Lady Sherlock: The First Unofficial Case

31: Mademoiselle!

#NOTE: EVERYTHING TYPED HERE IS FICTION. PLEASE READERS DO NOT MISUNDERSTAND ALL THE THINGS WRITTEN BY THE AUTHOR!

"It's hard to find clear evidence from just a phone, Jel," Haz complained. He puffed his cheeks, annoyed with the mysterious riddle he had just obtained.

Besides, who's Rael? Why did he know Rael just by hearing her voice? Andrian said, Rael's voice seemed low and soft, but on the sidelines talking to Jel on the phone, his voice seemed high and soft. The woman also could not accuse Andrian recklessly if so.

Everything is so head-twisting. Haz just hopes the Whisk quickly wakes up so he gets answers to questions he can't answer by himself—he knows Whisk saw Rael.

The doctor on duty came back out of the ER room. "Who of you is the guardian of Richard Vinzeliuka?" tanyanya looked at their crowd. No one answered at all.

In the end, Haz hooks her thumb mother to the chest. "Me," he said. "I'm the guardian of both of them."

The doctor then rambled at length about Ric's situation now. The man was worse than he thought. "So so," said the man before Haz as a cover.

"They can be moved to the patient's room" he continued.

Seen several male nurses pushing two hospital beds out of the ER.

Haz nodded briefly, understanding what the doctor said. "Thank you, Doc, for the explanation" he said.

Doctors passed from their front with two hospital beds that housed Whisk and Ric. He'll guide you to the patient's room.

Jel grumbled, "What are you saying you are the guardian of a Young Master Vinzeliuka?" He seems unhappy about it.

"I'm just doing some good, Miss Liulaika Jelkesya. Now, he's in the position of needing supporters the most. Whisk is too. But, no one would care about Ric like people care about Whisk. You know his parents are always busy with various things, abandoning their children. That's so immoral" Haz spoke.

"Tell me how to be a good parent" Milla said with her sparkling eyes to Haz.

"See the guidebook of being a good parent" Haz replies. "I see it often, until I'm sick. Everything written inside is fiction. Most parents, if they want to have children, must understand what the definition of having children is. Huh! But, in this day and age, there are parents who consider their children as human. Most of them only consider children as an asset to continue their business, others to get inheritance from their parents. Only a small percentage of people, who have ever lived a hard life, crave their child to be someone who is healthy, strong, tough, and long life, or at least, long life, don't charge them everything knowing they're still kids. But is there anything like that? One hundred thousand to one hundred thousand. I'm not blaming them for their low responsibilities.Given those who make a living, but the definition of having children is the definition of being a good parent, applies also to people who will adopt children."

"alright. Just waiting for their consciousness. If there's anything, just press the bell over there," the doctor told them, nodding his head and thanking them. The doctor also left from there.

"How does it feel?" ask Haz.

Everyone looks towards him. No one knows what that woman means. Sometimes, he seemed strange with the questions he asked.

"Sorry will open up old revenge that has been avenged. How does it feel, Senor Milla?"

Milla stared intently at Haz, though her eyes seemed empty because she was visually impaired. However, Haz knew, he was cursing himself for asking that question.

"I wouldn't assume I didn't ask anything. I was the one in charge until the end. Didn't you live in Locronan village as a child? The village is said to be the most beautiful village in France, which Britanny is proud of, with its magnificent houses built around the 18th century. Is not the village to you a hell?"

Milla's mouth was tightly clenched. Everyone could tell Milla was holding back her anger, her sadness.

"Mademoiselle!—Mistress!" snapped James. "You opened an old wound!"

"Thus, missed out on how to be a good parent. Even though he was being mistreated by his entire family, didn't he still love them when the tragedy happened? Roaring like a wolf cub who lost its mother in the underground passage at her mother's direction" Haz said.

"Where do you know that?" milla asked, growling furiously. "Is it fun for you to open up someone else's past just because you know?"

Alkaf was silent because he knew the direction of the conversation of a Hazelia Lify. She used to wonder why Haz knew her past in such detail. In the end, he found one answer: The Eye of Truth.

Beside him, Jel also followed silently. Not because he understood the direction of the conversation, but because he never wanted to learn English. He thinks it's troublesome.

"Then let me tell you clearly. You're not ready to have a child" Haz said. "My advice is finished here. I told you, I'm not going to pretend I didn't say anything. I know what you're thinking, 'This woman is dangerous. Whisky Woods can't get close to her'. Oh, of course you are. I won't say with such exorbitant confidence to you—Milla and James—that Whisk is fine with me like this. We can bet, once the Whisk is conscious, he will experience Short-term Memory Lost or SML which is known as short-term memory forgetfulness in the world of psychology. He won't remember me or Jelkesya. Nor will he ever remember that he met Alkaf at the airport of the provincial capital of North Sumatra. All he remembers is that he was on a plane from France to Indonesia."

Haz took a breath. He blinked his eyes and continued, "I am a person who has no conscience. For the transference of the guardian's name, you take it easy, Senor. I did not write my name on the Whisk archives that the administration gave me, but your name. You do not have to bother checking whether it is a truth or not—your time is valuable, do not waste it on unimportant things. As soon as Whisk opens his eyes and loses his memory, you can take him home to France, making it seem as if he doesn't remember doing anything stupid for someone named Hazelia Lify. It's easy, isn't it? I will not regret what I said now. My pride is high, I'll never lick my own spit. What I've been saying now, in this place, so on. It won't change."