
“Ella please don't go, listen to me” Michael said as he pulled Ella's hand away.
“For what ? Butterflies with 3 pairs of wings there is only one. It was a brooch made by my mother.”
“Why can that butterfly painting be on Marco's mural ? Is all this a coincidence ?” ella held back her emotions and slowly left Michael.
“Not, this is not what you think” said Michael as he calmed Ella down and chased after her.
“Stop following me, I need time to be alone and think”, ella said as she walked to her car leaving Michael standing in front of the older hospital lobby
While Michael, he stood in front of the hospital worried about Ella's situation, then he called Tom.
“Tom help me to check on Ella. Something has happened to him. Right now I can't see him. There are things I still have to take care of.”
Michael went back to Older Hospital, he immediately rushed to meet his brother, Marco who was frightened under the table.
Marco keeps raving to Michael “Michael help me, I'm being followed by the butterfly that killed mom. I'm afraid we have to hide. He came to kill us.”
He continued to complain that the one who painted butterflies in his mural was the murderer of his mother.
Michael patiently and carefully persuaded his brother.
“Calm down, it's not the butterfly that killed mom. He won't hurt you. There's me who'll protect you. Please calm down, get out of here, come with me.”
Michael tries to persuade his brother, convincing him that it is a different butterfly from the butterfly that killed his mother.
Marco finally burst out with the words of his brother and obeyed what Michael had said to get out from under the table.
After a splashy incident in the older hospital about a butterfly painting that suddenly appears on the mural that Marco painted.
All the patients and staff at Older Hospital wondered who painted the butterfly, leaving Marco terrified and Ella shocked to see the butterfly.
Shortly thereafter the hospital director came to hear the horrendous incident at the old hospital.
Michael met him in the director's room, they monitored CCTV to see who had painted the butterfly.
When Michael and the director were examining her closely, it turned out that a woman with hair over her shoulders, wearing a black dress was painting a black butterfly that had beautiful wings.
When the woman turned to face the CCTV turned out to be the head nurse. Yes, Rose was the one who deliberately painted the butterfly.
How shocked Michael and the director were to find out who was behind it.
Soon Michael remembered his conversation with Rose at that time.
Rose said, "I don't like the genre of books written by Ella, I prefer heartbreaking love stories or horror novels"
"Writer Ella, although she had a very difficult time, I'm glad she grew up well", ended with an indecipherable smile.
Michael was inexhaustible, so all along his mother's killer was a person he knew, a person he was very close to, a person he trusted to take care of Marco.
The director was also confused as to why Rose planned all this, why she stayed with the people closest to her with different identities.
“How can he change his appearance from Ecca to Rose ?”, murmured the director.
Ella arrives at her house, looking for the butterfly brooch of her mother's exact same as the butterfly in Marco's mural.
He could not believe if his mother drew the butterfly painting, if it was his mother, it meant his mother was the killer whom Michael and Marco had been looking for, which makes them lose their mother, which makes Marco always haunted by the shadow of butterflies as the killer of Michael and Marco's mother.
Since the butterfly painting on Marco's mural, Rose has disappeared.
Now Rose is in a place far from the old hospital.
He was standing at the foot of the Carson River bridge smiling and enjoying the deeds he had done so far.
She had planned everything, from facial surgery to not being recognized, applying for a job as a nurse at the old hospital so she could keep an eye on her husband, Roy, who had been sickly to kill him slowly, and watch the movements and development of the life of his son, Ella. He was satisfied with what he had done.