Past Redefined

PART TWENTY-EIGHT

Christopher Rodriquez' POV

I walked outside of the hospital and stood in the parking lot.

Think, Chris. Think.

I sat in the car and thought of each and every way I can try to find Addin...

Wait! Then the idea popped up on my mind.

I called Gina.

"Gina, I won't be coming to the office for a while. Don't ask me what it is. I can't tell you. Handle everything. Divert only the very very important calls to me."

"Anything serious, Sir?"

"All I can say is, it has nothing to do with the company. It is personnel. And ask Martin to call me."

"Martin? Martin Murphy, the agent?"

Agent! Well, not exactly. But what he thinks and that is how I introduced him to her. He was a charlatan, I would say. I hope he improved by now.

"Yes, get him on the line. Immediately." I said and cut the call.

Within few minutes, I got the call from unknown number.

"Mr Rodriquez?" I heard a male voice that I could vaguely recognize.

"Yes, Speaking?"

"It is Martin here. What is the matter?"

Finally! After years.

"Meet me at the mansion like right now. Immediately!" I stressed the word.

"Anything serious?" He asked.

"Yes. Kind off...  And I want everything about this confidential."

"Okay. Will be there in ten..." He said and I intruded, "With your passports."

"Geez! I'm flying?" I heard him say.

"Yes, we may have to."

As much as I know, it is either Iowa or London.

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I went to the mansion and walked in as the servant opened the door. I walked straight to my room.

"Rose." I called her. She came running to the room.

"Listen carefully, I am going out for a... trip. Take care of Olivia."

She nodded.

"Sky would be here. Make sure they both eat properly and are comfortable." I instructed as I scrolled through the flight bookings.

"Yes, Sir." She replied and we heard the doorbell.

"Get it..." I said and she left.

"Brother-man. How did I come to your mind after so many years? I thought you forgot me." Martin said and walked with open arms. I hugged him back.

"What is wrong, Mr-Sorted-Out-For-Life?" He asked as he sat on the couch. I was packing and stopped to ask him, "What do you know about my wife?"

"Ashley? Why? What happened?" He fumbled and then looked confused.

"Just tell everything! You have been trying to tell me something since her death." I said and he gulped down.

"It is just that she has a brother that you didn't know off." He said, scratching his head and looked at me. I grabbed the last year diary and threw at him. He caught it.

"You know that I'm bad with books." He complained.

"The last written page." I said and he glared at me before turning to the page.