Fentanyl E001: The Last Battle (Book 2)

Chapter 33: Echoes of the Unknown

Nisha's Point of View

Upon hearing the news from FEP01, I immediately stood up, a wide smile spreading across my face, brimming with excitement. Without uttering a word, I swiftly left my office, eager to meet the woman who had been tirelessly searching for and contacting FEP01 for hours.

When I entered the living room, there she was, dressed in a black polo blouse and a black skirt, accentuated by striking red high heels. Her short hair gracefully reached her shoulders, highlighting her porcelain-like skin and emphasizing her sharp nose and narrow, stern-looking eyes with arched eyebrows. Her lips were adorned in a captivating shade of red. As she sensed my presence, she turned and met my gaze, prompting tears to well up in my eyes. But her smile immediately comforted me.

"Mom," I said emotionally, unable to hold back my feelings as I rushed towards her, wrapping her in a warm embrace. She hugged me back, tenderly stroking my long hair.

"My baby, I'm sorry it took me so long to respond. I've been busy dealing with the situation of my people who keep vanishing because of him," she expressed, her voice filled with concern and determination.

Breaking our hug, I wiped away my tears and smiled at her. She embraced me again, leading me to a long couch, holding my right hand, her gaze filled with the unmistakable eagerness to see me.

"How are you?" my mother asked, her voice filled with longing, as she learned about everything from my brother and the letter I wrote five years ago, explaining my decision.

Her words touched my heart, and I smiled, understanding that I couldn't be swayed by others' opinions when it came to the choices I made. Despite the unimaginable decision I took, I had no regrets, especially now that I knew my brother was alive. I had to accept that the past was unchangeable, and my mother could only assist me in finding him.

Suddenly, my mother's hand gripped my arm, bringing me back to the present. I cleared my throat, becoming serious, and reminded myself not to daydream about what had already transpired.

"Mom, how are you? Have you visited my brother?" I inquired, noticing her sigh and averted gaze, which confused me, but I patiently awaited her response.

"I apologize, Nisha. After learning the truth from him, I did plan to visit, but I kept sending him letters, letting him know that I'm doing well and that I've been handling the company effectively," she explained. I sighed, understanding the complexity of the situation. Although I had been separated from my brother for a long time, I felt a connection and could somewhat grasp his thoughts.

"Mom, it's not his fault that I made the decision to go into a five-year sleep. You need to understand the reason behind it," I reasoned, hoping she would comprehend.

"I know, I know. I blamed myself for failing to look after you. If only your father were here, things would never have turned out like this," she said, her face clouded with sadness, as she held onto the hope that my Dad would return.

As I gazed at her, I knew she had no idea that Mr. No in Bytrans City was her husband and my father. The thought of revealing the truth to her left me uneasy, especially because I still had no clue where to find him. Whenever I was in Elvus before, he never revealed himself to us, but I was certain he knew I was there. What he didn't know was that I was well aware of his capabilities and that he was the mastermind behind all our suffering.

"Mom, please don't be sad. The time will come when you'll see him," I comforted, realizing that I had been staring at her for too long. She nodded, mustering a smile despite the emotions swirling inside her.

At the age of 50, my mother was still slaying, exuding an air of confidence and grace that never seemed to fade. Her appearance remained timeless, and I couldn't help but notice the strong resemblance between us - from our white skin and long nose to our thick eyebrows and narrow eyes.