Tapestry Of Lives: A Multifaceted Journey

Chapter Thirty-three

When Dayo stormed into Omowummi's mansion, chaos greeted him. The once pristine home was now a whirlwind of disarray. His eyes darted frantically, searching for his daughter, before he gripped the handrail and leaped up the stairs two at a time, urgency in every stride.

In the midst of the turmoil, Rukky knelt beside her daughter, who lay unconscious on the floor. A frothy white substance bubbled from her mouth, a haunting echo of loss that had Rukky's tears flowing freely. She gently repositioned her daughter's head on her chest, her soft Yoruba lullaby contrasting sharply with the panic around them.

Adila sobbed into her phone, desperately trying to secure an ambulance.

Grateful that Sharon was at her grandfather's, Dayo's heart ached with the thought of her witnessing this tragedy.

Bursting into the room, Dayo saw Adira crumpled on the floor, Rukky's anguish palpable beside her. "Adira? Adira?" he called out, his voice laced with fear as he rushed to her side.

Rukky slapped his hands away as he reached for Adira, her face streaked with mascara and fury. "Don't you dare touch my daughter," she spat, her voice quivering. "If anything happens to her, I swear, you'll be the one behind bars."

Unfazed by her threats, Dayo's voice was cold and resolute. "First, you have no say in who touches my wife. Second, she'll be fine, you hear me?" Ignoring her protests, he scooped Adira into his arms and strode out of the room.

Rukky and Adila scrambled after him, desperation driving their every step.

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At the hospital's reception, Rukky sat slumped in despair, her face a swollen mess from relentless tears.

Beside her, Adila clung to her mother, sobbing uncontrollably.

Dayo, exasperated by their lack of hope, paced back and forth, anxiously waiting for news from the doctor.

Soon, Damian burst in with a striking figure-a renowned Nigerian-American rapper.

Ryan, Dayo, Damian, and Darin's cousin, had just flown into town, only to be greeted by this dire situation. Although he barely knew Dayo's ex-wife or their brief marriage due to his infrequent visits to Nigeria, he had come along when he heard it involved Dayo's family.

Ryan, who shares Damian's age, is dark-skinned with a thick American accent, a product of his American upbringing, and covered in an array of tattoos.

"Ah, Oluwatobiloba!" Dayo greeted him with a restrained hug, his mood too grim for enthusiasm.

"It's Ryan, man," Ryan corrected, his presence drawing curious glances from everyone except Rukky and Adila.

Some fans tried to approach for autographs but were deterred by the intimidating presence of Ryan's bodyguards. Meanwhile, a few nurses adjusted their skirts to catch his eye, but Ryan remained aloof.

It had been ages since Ryan last set foot in Nigeria, his visit primarily for business and an upcoming live concert.

"I'm really glad to see you, big homie. I heard what happened and I'm so damn sorry," Ryan said, his sympathy evident.

"It's okay, Tobi," Dayo replied, using Ryan's middle name. "It's great to see you after fifteen years," he added, struggling to smile amidst the chaos.

"Yeah, my man."

"How was the flight? What brings you to Naija?" Dayo asked.

"Forget about me. How's your angel?" Ryan's gaze shifted to Rukky and Adila. "Who are they?"