The Obsession of Revenge

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Yada lay on the hospital bed, staring blankly at the ceiling of the ward. His mind was spinning, thinking of some strange memories that were always popping up in his mind.

The first memory is his childhood. Where a girl he always called her brother was teaching Yada to shoot. The second is the memory of a beautiful woman he calls mother, telling him if the tattoo on his back is a symbol. And the memory of the beautiful woman who said 'you must live'.

If what he called his mother was Yada's original mother, then perhaps Margaret was not his biological mother. Margaret's behavior towards him showed something similar. She never acted as a mother to him.

Maybe Margaret wasn't his real mother, David wasn't his brother, and Barack wasn't his real father. The Aurora family is fake, they also removed the Yada ID tattoo. They're all fakes. Why are they doing all this? Do they know anything about Yada? Maybe they know everything?

Yada shut her mouth tightly, her stomach was nauseous as she thought back to those pieces of memory. His head turned into a dizzy. His brain could not think well to interpret every single intent of his mass memories.

His eyes were wide, staring around. The room did not have a clock, he could not see what time it was.

It feels like the day went by so fast. Two nights had passed since he was admitted to the room. There's something strange. Yada no longer felt his body being sick from the effects of the poison in his body. He never felt that pain again.

Not long after, someone opened the door of the room. Allard came with a bag of fruit that he had bought. More precisely he ordered someone to buy all those fruits.

Allard keeps the fruit on the table. Then he walked over to Yada who immediately threw his face to the side. Not to be confronted by Allard.

“You want fruit?” ask Allard.

Yada gritted his teeth, clutching tightly at the end of the bed sheet. He remembered the words of Allard who asked him to obey. Yada was afraid that if he was too stubborn, Allard would wrap around his neck using an infusion hose right now. While he still wants to live to find a puzzle in his life.

Allard waited for his answer, and before long Yada's head nodded slowly. Then, Allard swiftly helped Yada's body wake up from his sleep, and sat down using a pillow as a back joint. While Allard was sitting beside the bed in a small chair, he began to cut some apples.

Occasionally, Yada's gaze was fixed on Allard who was focusing on the fruit in his hand. The man looked calm, and could not be lied to if his face was handsome yet cold. Had it been like that every day, it might have been better. Please Yada.

Yada was still thinking about the poison within his body. The pain suddenly disappeared, leaving not a single drop of pain. He was astonished, but on the other hand this was a good thing. At least Yada did not need to endure that deadly pain.

After cutting one apple into pieces, Allard thrust a piece of apple into Yada's mouth. The woman accepted it, opened her mouth and bit the apple.

His mouth chewed, while his mind kept spinning. He was eager to ask the man before him about the poison. But Yada was reluctant, because it was possible that Allard would be angry right then and there.

Suddenly Yoland came, entered the room. Allard stared at the man's arrival with a flat look. Allard had warned him not to enter Yada's room when he was with Yada. But the doctor always broke his orders.

“How are you doing? Is it better?” ask Yoland, always with the same question. “It's time for inspection, I'll check you.”

The young doctor immediately performed a series of examinations on Yada. Checking heart rate, pulse, and blood pressure. He smiled when he finished.

“It's better,” said Yoland then glanced at a few pieces of fruit on a plate that how much on the table. “Fruit is great for your health.”

Yoland walked out of the room and closed the door. He was relieved because the poison in Yada's body had already disappeared completely. The woman no longer needs to feel pain. Allard has been better than ever. At least the fruit knife he held was used as a function.

“Spend the fruit,” said Allard then stood up and stepped away from the bed.

Yada according to him, began to eat one by one pieces of apples on a plate.

Allard sat on a sofa that was still inside the ward. Yada occasionally glanced at him and saw what the man was doing. On the couch Allard starts to open his MacBook, pulls some files out of the bag and starts reading them.

What the hell is he doing? Is he working here? Thought Yada.

Allard should have returned to the mansion if he really had the rush. Why did the man continue to be there and make Yada uncomfortable? Is he watching her?

Yada didn't want to care, nor could she protest anything. The man always does things as he pleases.

While the day is getting late and Yada is getting sleepy. He kept the fork he was holding to eat the apples on an empty plate. Then he began to slowly lay his body on the bed. He lay down sideways, turning his back on Allard. Hope that the man doesn't get on his bed tonight.

Drowsiness began to accompany it. Yada closed his eyes and before long the subconscious scooped up his mind and sank to sleep, bringing him to come on a long dream tonight.

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Allard felt his shoulders start to weigh. He closed the MacBook and leaned his back against the sofa. His gaze nailed to Yada's back which did not move at all. The woman's breath also sounded very calm.

He's already asleep. Thought Allard.

Allard tidied up some of his files on the table. Put the MacBook and the sheet of paper in the bag. He deliberately left one file on the table. Yada will read it when he wakes up in the morning. After that, Allard came out of Yada's nursery. He asks his two subordinates to guard the door at night, and disappears when Yada is awake. That is why Yada did not see the guard during the day. Because Allard purposely hid them.

“Stay watch him,” Allard's orders.

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