Allegedly Yours

Lost and Found

Chapter 40

Natasha looked at Elon, her worry evident. "Why won't they let us talk to our daughter, Elon? What's happening?"

Even Elon didn't have any answers, his own concern mirroring hers. Their daughter hadn't spoken to them since morning, and James had made a flimsy excuse. "I'm having a bad feeling, Elon. I want to know if my Nyrah is alright or not—"

"What happened to Nyrah, Mom?" Zale's voice cut through the tension, his worry clear as he stood in the doorway, followed by an equally concerned Alessa. Alessa had been trying to reach Nyrah as well, but there had been no response. She hadn't shared her concern with Zale, knowing he would likely go on a rampage. He was already unhappy with Nyrah's marriage; who knew what he would do if he found out something was wrong?

Seeing no other option, Elon decided to tell Zale everything. Earlier, Elon had kept him in the dark, fearing how Zale would handle the situation. But now, the worry had grown too great to keep secrets.

"Nyrah hasn't been picking up anyone's calls since morning, and Aston has been unreachable," Elon explained, his voice tense. "James doesn't know where Nyrah is."

Zale's expression darkened, his worry quickly turning into anger. "And you're telling me this now, Dad?" he snapped, his frustration evident.

Zale clenched his fists, trying to keep his anger in check, but he couldn't contain it. With a swift, furious kick, he shattered a huge flower vase into countless pieces. The sound of breaking glass echoed through the room, a stark representation of his inner turmoil.

Without a word, Zale stormed to a nearby drawer, grabbed the keys to his Mercedes, and headed towards the door. Alessa quickly followed him, her concern evident.

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Aston reached the graveyard again, his heart pounding with anxiety. He quickly got out of his car, the rain now reduced to a drizzle but still creating a somber atmosphere. Navigating the area cautiously, he called out, "Nyrah... Nyrah? Where are you?"

His voice echoed through the quiet graveyard, the only response being the distant rumble of thunder. He looked around frantically, his eyes scanning the rows of headstones and the darkened paths.

"Nyrah!" he shouted again, desperation creeping into his voice. He moved quickly, checking every possible hiding place, hoping to find her safe.

As he approached the spot where he had last seen her, his heart sank when he saw no sign of her. Panic began to set in, the fear of what might have happened gnawing at him. He continued to search, unwilling to give up.

"Nyrah, please!" he called out, his voice breaking. "I'm sorry. Just come back. Please."

But there was no Nyrah, just the empty space where she had been. The realization hit him hard—she wasn't here anymore. He collapsed onto the wet ground, his head in his hands, the weight of his guilt and worry overwhelming him.

"What have I done?" he whispered, his voice barely audible. "Please be safe Nyrah."

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Nyrah slowly opened her eyes, disoriented and finding herself in a hospital bed. The room was quiet, the only sound being the gentle hum of medical equipment. She looked down at herself, still in the same outfit she had worn earlier, with a glucose drip attached to her hand.

"You're awake," a gentle voice said, drawing her attention. She turned to see a man in his late twenties standing beside her bed. He was average-looking, with a kind expression that put her somewhat at ease.

"How are you feeling now?" he asked, his tone soft and reassuring.

Nyrah blinked a few times, trying to gather her thoughts. "Just... f-fine," she finally responded, her voice weak and shaky.

The man smiled reassuringly. "That's good to hear"

Nyrah glanced at the drip attached to her hand, unsure of what to say. The man's gentle question broke the silence, "By the way, what were you doing at the graveyard all alone, especially in such bad weather?"

Nyrah hesitated, her mind racing back to the painful events of the day. "I... I was visiting a grave," she began, her voice barely above a whisper.

As if sensing her hesitation, he quickly changed the subject. "Your family must be worried about you; it's very late."

A sudden realization struck Nyrah—she hadn't contacted home today. Her parents must be worried sick. And Zale, if he found out...

"What happened?" the man asked, noticing her alarm.

"Can I get your phone, please? I need to contact my parents," she requested urgently.

"Sure," he said, pulling his phone from his pocket and handing it to her. Nyrah quickly dialed her father's number, and after a few rings, Elon picked up.

"Hello?" Elon's voice sounded confused.

"D-Dad," Nyrah said, barely able to hold back her tears.

A wave of relief washed over Elon as he heard his daughter's voice. Natasha, sitting beside him, listened intently as he put the phone on speaker.

"Nyrah, dear, are you alright? Where have you been since morning?" Elon asked, his concern palpable.

"Exactly! We were worried sick, Nyrah," Natasha added, her tone a mix of relief and mild scolding.

"I'm sorry, Mom and Dad," Nyrah replied, her voice quivering. "I'm fine now."

"Where are you now?" Elon pressed, his voice steady but filled with worry.

Nyrah knew she couldn't lie. "I'm in the hospital," she admitted.

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Zale and Alessa stormed into the Archer Mansion, Zale's anger palpable. Like a madman, he started yelling, "Aston! Where are you? Come downstairs!" His voice echoed through the grand halls, full of fury and urgency.

James appeared, looking embarrassed and worried. "Aston is not at home, Zale," he said, his tone trying to calm the situation.

Zale turned to James, his eyes blazing with anger and frustration. "Where is he then? How could you let this happen? Nyrah is missing, and now Aston is nowhere to be found!"

Alessa stepped forward, placing a hand on Zale's arm in an attempt to calm him. "Zale, we need to focus on finding Nyrah. Yelling isn't going to help."

Just then Alessa's phone rang, and she quickly picked it up, seeing Natasha's name on the screen. "Yes, aunty?" she answered, her voice filled with concern.

"Nyrah is in the hospital, dear," Natasha's voice came through, a mixture of relief and worry. "You and Zale need to go there. I'm sending you the address now."

"Thank you, aunty. We'll head there right away," Alessa replied, feeling a rush of relief.

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