Original Code: ANGEL K05
32. Who're they?
Ana frowned, looking at Ammo sharply. "What do you mean?"
"Do you recognize them all?" Ammo asked back.
"George, Adriana, who is this and this?" the question is pointing to a picture of James and himself.
Ammo sat in her chair. She let Ana sit on the chair across the table. Then turn a photo on the table towards Ana.
In the photo, there is a woman who was not known Ana earlier, taking pictures with George, Ammo, Adriana and another man who embraced Adriana. The background of the photo is the orphanage building. Ana recognized the place. But who are those people? Are those two unidentified people also residents of the parlour? Ana can't remember.
Ammo took out a small recorder from the buttons of her shirt. The recorder is connected to the laptop. After setting some parts, then an impression appears on the laptop. Ana noticed.
The recording began from the moment Ammo received a phone call from her. Then it appears James is locked up and urged to make a confession.
Ana is shocked to hear James's confession about what she experienced two and a half years ago. He shakes in disbelief.
Ammo noticed Ana's reaction. The girl squeaked her temples nonstop. Her face flushed. Seeing that, Ammo immediately stopped the playback of the footage.
"What are you doing!" yelled Ana angry. Laptop on the desk. But Ammo held him back.
"You don't look well. If forced to look further, you might be able to faint or maybe even more." Ammo refused firmly.
"No. I need to know what I've actually experienced!" yelled Ana emotion. He hit Ammo without control.
Ammo dodged Ana's punch to her face, then grabbed the clenched hand and held it behind her back and pushed Ana's body down on the table.
Ammo presses Ana to the point of not being able to move her body anymore.
"You must learn to calm your mind and have a cool head. Without it, they will continue to manipulate you!" ammo says spicy.
Anna was still trying to squirm and intended to hit the back of Ammo with her foot. But Ammo immediately clamped Ana's two legs tighter.
"If you intend to ruin my late mother's dress, then you must be ready to accept my anger!"
This time Ammo's tone of voice sounded cold. Ana shuddered to hear it.
"This is her late mother's dress?" inner Ana. And she and Maya had been presumptuous to wear them without permission.
Ana ended her fight. His originally stiff and tense body, was now loosening.
But Ammo did not immediately release the lock of his hand. Ana could have just been hunching.
"Are you enjoying this pose? Or do you like me?" sindir Ana is rude.
And it managed to disperse the concentration of Ammo. He felt a little embarrassed and outrageous. Then Ana is released.
Ana smiled triumphantly. A gentleman like Ammo would feel misbehaved if a woman attacked a symbol of her modesty and self-worth.
Ammo grabs the laptop, takes the recorder back and closes it. He sat down in his chair and went back to being cold.
Ana sat down again. He's pinching his temple. His head hurt a lot.
Ammo kept a close eye on her condition. Forcing a locked memory out, it might be bad. So Ammo won't take that risk. He doesn't want to lose Ana anymore.
"You'd better rest in the room. Maybe tomorrow your headache will subside" suggested Ammo.
Ammo grabbed one box that was on the shelf. Pick some and thrust it at Ana.
"It's a headache medicine. Could probably se —"
Ana cut off Ammo's speech. "Do you want to poison me with expired drugs? How many centuries have you not been here!"
Ammo stunned. He saw the medicine box on the table. He shook his head slowly and put her aside. Ana looked straight. Then walk to the door and open it.
"I don't have the medicine you want!" said cold.
Ana said nothing more. He came out of that big room. Ammo immediately closed the door and locked it.
In the hallway, right behind the newly closed door, Ana clenched her mouth in anger. So many surprising things from the recording on the laptop. And that made his mind very chaotic.
"What's really going on? What's their purpose for doing that?"
Ana did not understand.
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