Fentanyl E001: The Mysterious Experiment (Book 1: Completed)

23: Redemption's Triumph

Nisha's Point of View

"I appreciate it," I heard him whisper, and it was enough for me to recognize the scent and know who it belonged to, Shawn.

As a result, I was grinning.

My eye color is something I'm already aware of. I was so startled when I was given a mirror because it was midnight black. There wasn't a single speck of white in it. Because of my eyes, it appeared as if I had been possessed by a demon, although I am still normal. Daddy Truce insisted on making artificial eyes for me to hide the alterations.

"Thank you so much for helping save my mother's life. I owe you a great deal," I smiled.

I never thought I'd want a man to transform my life in my entire existence. I'm not flawless, that's for sure. Even though I'm going through a lot of changes right now, he still accepts me. Maybe it's a cliché, but I had a strong reaction to the man in front of me. However, I didn't tell him that. Everything is still a jumble, and I'd want to clean up the mess that Mr. Shon has created.

"You have no idea how concerned I was earlier. I spent three hours looking for the two of you," with a smile on my lips, I merely stared at him.

Daddy Truce was taken aback when he saw me smiling. He didn't believe that leaving the mansion would make much of a difference to me. I recalled what he had said-

"I know Fentanyl is flowing through your veins, but that doesn't change the fact that you're still my daughter. I may not be your biological father, but I'm willing to be your parent, and I hope that's enough."

That was the thing that made my heart melt. There was already enough of it. They were giving me an excessive amount of information. I just had one request: to put an end to this upheaval. Spending more time with them was something I'd like to do. Shawn claimed that if he was not healed, he would lose his memories. To me, this wasn't a huge problem. If I ever forgot the memories we've shared, I'd create new ones for us.

"Nisha," when he called me by my name, I blinked twice.

"Yes?" He drew me back and hugged me tightly. He rubbed his nose against my neck, making me feel uneasy. It was my first experience with it, and I wasn't used to it.

"Let's go on a date after the battle, baby. Please promise me that we will live longer and survive. Because if you aren't, I will do everything in my power to ensure that you live and stay with me forever."

I'm all teary-eyed now. Shawn's voice had both sadness and yearning in it, and I could sense it. I gave him two nods, indicating that I understood his message. I sensed that his grandfather's problem was coming to an end, and I swore that I would do everything in my power to win the next battle.

"I promise," I muttered, and I hugged him in return. I adore him and can't seem to get enough of his presence. I feel different whenever I'm with him, and he's a significant reason why I'm still here, fighting. I've experienced a lot of difficulties, but those challenges have made me brave. I've learned how to fight and how to solve the issues I've encountered. With their help, I swear I will triumph over this battle and the tempest that has engulfed my life.

We parted from the embrace when someone sneezed. Rebecca and Christopher had already been spotted. Christopher had wrapped his arms around Rebecca. I don't know how they're related, but I'm going to back them up, and I can see that they're a good match for each other.

"Go to the conference room. Your grandfather sent you a note," Christopher replied, his gaze fixed on Shawn.

That's it. I understand that this is all about the fight. Nonetheless, we're grateful that we did the same things before we became a couple when we didn't have a fight. We don't know how everything will turn out, but one thing is certain: I'm not going to let them beat us.