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PROLOGUE- THE PAST

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The Past

"No way!" Jethro bellowed at his mother in annoyance. "You’ve gone crazy thinking I would do such thing as that.” He went on lowering his voice this time, realizing that it was his mother to whom he was speaking with.

"But she was still your sister, Jet, your big sister in fact." Mrs. Quint said that made Jethro turned to her abruptly.

“What did—?” he asked but stopped in midsentence, his eyebrows in one line.

 Mrs. Quint nodded and, “She was. And even if she was not, still it didn’t make her the one who let us down. It was your father, Jethro; she was born even before we got married. You should always remember that.”

 Jethro sighed in resignation to his mother. After all she has a point.

"Just...just mom, i don't want to talk about his other family anymore. They are giving me headaches!" he said while waving his hands in midair, irritably, his eyes tightly closed.

That is where their conversation that evening had ended.

Sighed Mrs. Quint looking like she too, was resigning to her son’s stubbornness, “I don’t know what to do with you anymore.” She said then picked up the phone from its cradle.

“Hello?” a soft and warm voice of a woman said on the other line.

Mrs. Quint sighed and, “Chrysanthe, it’s me Aunt Jossie.”

One night later....

"Hmm...." Jethro moaned after hearing his phone crying. "Who was this jerk calling in the middle of

Unknown Number Calling

After learning he didn't know who the caller was he picked up the noisy thing and, "Hell, this Jethro still asleep so just leave your damn message after ma curse... go-to-hell! BEEP!!!..." He said impatiently wanting to go back to his interrupted hibernation yet before he could even close his eyes his phone rang once again.

"'Kay fine! Who's this?" he shouted on the phone impatiently.

"I'm sorry Mr. Quint, if i had disturbed your damn sleep but this is a damn emergency,” said the woman on the other line, talking sarcastically. “ I'm a nurse from St. Nicholas Hospital your mother, Mrs. Jossie Quint was here she's stable now but there's the another girl, Chry- ah…what was her name again? Chrystianty? Chrysant? Um…” the nurse said the last few lines more to herself absentmindedly, trying to figure out what was really the name of the other victim. “Ah, right! The girl Chrysanthe is in the ICU, are you related with this girl Mr. Quint?" the nurse continued.

He jerked up on his bed into a sitting position and suddenly became speechless and couldn’t concentrate, not aware at all that the nurse was still waiting for his answer.

"Chry...Chrysanthe," he said more to himself, astonished; incredulous.

He was stocked in that position until he heard his phone beeped when the nurse hanged up. Waking to his senses he hastily jumped inside his trousers and run towards his motorcycle to the hospital.

On his arrival at the hospital he didn't waste any minute and checked on his mother. He went directly at the nurses’ station and asked for his mother’s room.

“Excuse me, may I ask where is Mrs. Jossie Quint’s room, I’m her son,” he said hastily, still panting from his drive, tapping his hands on the counter feeling uneasy.

“Wait a sec,” a petite nurse said who was smiling at him sweetly blinking her eyes a few times. “There you go room 4021A, the elevator was that way,” the nurse informed gesturing to the left side of the hallway a smile still plastered on her lips.

Right ahead after learning what room his mother was in he immediately turned away without even thanking the nurse who was obviously trying hard to get his attention.

“Thanks!” the nurse shouted sarcastically in irritation though it seems like she shouted at no one.

He didn’t knocked when he saw his mother’s name on the room’s door and entered in one stride.

"Y-you're here," Mrs. Quint greeted in a low voice as if still in pain.

"Mom! Are you alright?" he asked in a voice full of concern then rushed beside the old woman.

"Of course you silly, I just had a problem breathing earlier and few bruises because of the shock of the accident but I am alright, son." She said smiling a little.

"Accident? W-Why? What do you mean accident? W-What did exactly happen? Tell me!" he asked continuously, worried.

"I went out to meet her at the coffee shop where she works for to tell her not to....not to intervene in our life again like what you wanted," she started in mild stammers. "I didn't even give her a chance to talk because I don’t want to grab my words back and just leave her and I can already see that her tears will fall any moment so i decided to leave but she followed me outside. That moment I was about to be dragged by a shuttle but she shoved me away and took my place in front o-of…of the vehicle. S-she saved my life! Despite of what I demanded to her, she didn’t hesitate to save me. Chry-Chrysanthe saved my life!" Mrs. Quint burst into tears but quickly quieted in soft sobs her hand covering her mouth.

That was just the moment he remembered her—Chrysanthe; his half sister, she’s in critical stage! At first he was incredulous what her mother was doing with Chrysanthe and why did it end up with them in a hospital but now he really couldn’t speak not even breath could come out of his mouth knowing the fact that if not because of her by this time his mother might probably being grieved over.

"Did you visit her up yet? How was she?" Mrs. Quint asked after a while stopping from her sobs that made her son come back to reality.

"N-no. Not yet. She’s in---" he stopped and he decided not to tell his mother about Chrysanthe’s condition. "But I will. See you later, Mom, gonna go buy some food, I’m sure you wouldn’t like the taste of food they’re going to serve you," he said then planted a kiss on her forehead then left.

"Whew..." he blew a sigh, "Chrysanthe."

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Readers,

I've done some revising and made this more formal, clearer, and longer.

So sorry for the late UD I got home passed 4 in the aft and i actually miscalculated the time, silly me i said 1400 and i was thinking it was 4pm my mistake it was 2pm and that time at 3 our last subject just finished so sorry again hope lots of wattpaders will read my work (soon to be workS).

Next, chapter one!

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