Paul made it back home, he got on his computer and sent Emily a message. The message read, we have been friends for a long time, and I hope you believe me when I say that there are things that your parents have not told you. One very important thing you should know is that you have a child, that your parents are keeping you from knowing about at this time. What reason they're keeping this from you, I don't know. My question to you is do you remember being in a relationship?
At this time Emily's memory was coming back pieces at a time. She just happened to be in her bedroom when the message from Paul came. She rolls over to the computer and reads the message from Paul. Emily was devastated after reading the message. Her first thought was to ask the therapist.
Do you know or heard of me having a child? she asked him. No said the therapist, but it's funny you ask me that. Your friend Paul asked how a baby was doing, and I told him he must have been thinking of someone else because there's no baby here. He agreed he was thinking of another friend. I thought that was strange myself, he added.
Do you actually think your parents would keep that from you? asked the Therapist. I don't know said, Emily. But when I get back to the hospital, I could pull your medical records said the therapist. I want to help you any way I can he said.
That evening when Emily's parents returned home, Emily was hesitant to ask her parents about her baby. But she had to know. When was her child born, and whos the father? But how could she trust them to tell her the truth, she thought. Paul was the only one that seems to be telling her, what she needed to know. Emily went to her computer and sent Paul a message.
The message read I need you to get more information about my child. Im starting to remember things of nature about my parents. I have been wondering why I don't have many friends. I've noticed you're the only Black friend from my past. Is it possible my parents are prejudiced?
I don't think they are prejudiced, They were just particular about who you choose as friends. They felt that children that didn't have the things you had growing up, was not a good choice of friends said, Paul. But I do know, something happen to you, while you were in your coma, and Im gonna find out.
Did you get the picture of your Doctor? I gave it to your therapist, to give to you. I wanted to give it to you myself, but your parents advised your therapist not to let me on the property, Paul wrote.
Emily had forgotten about the picture. She had so much on her mind, that when it was given to her, she just put it in the pocket of her housecoat. She then reached in her pocket and pulled out the picture. When she looked at the photo, she had a strange feeling. It feels as though we have something in command, Emily wrote. Are you sure we are not family?
There's an investigation going on, I will keep you updated, Keep what I have told you to yourself please until I get to the bottom of it all, Paul wrote. When Emily asked Paul, was her Dr. Reed family? He became inquiring.
The next following day,Paul contacted the detective in charge of Emily's case. He asked the detective if they could meet, and bring Emily's medical file. When the two meet, Paul filled the detective in on what's been going on. He then asked to see Emily's file. What do you think you would find? ask the detective, Im, not sure, I just have a feeling it would put some light on this situation, said Paul.
Did Dr.Reed do the swab test? asked Paul. Yes, he did, as a matter of fact, said the detective. He's not a match. Paul then reviewed both files. What he found was frightening. The two files did not match. The blood type of the baby was not compatible. Someone has altered the medical records of the baby. The two men then knew their preditor is someone who has access to the medical records. In order to pull files, you must sign the roster.
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Who planned my future
Cerita PendekControlled all her life, now she has a child to raise, and wasn't aware of how she conceived. Nor who the father is. Until later.