Rejected At Birth
Bonus Episode Two
The woman refused to leave our house that night. I wasn’t even comfortable with her around.
She disguised herself as a sympathizer, sympathizing with grandma.
Aunt Kate, upon hearing the news, didn’t believe it either. Just like me, she had a bad feeling about the woman, although she didn’t say it until the woman left.
No one slept that night as grandma spent the whole night lamenting and cūrsing everyone responsible for Julian’s sudden demise.
I was just so concerned about her health, I didn’t want her to fall sick.
She was just too old to go through the whole stress.
The woman was busy feeding her with more lies. I wished I was older so I could have just sent her out of our house, but there was nothing I could do.
She was able to buy grandma with lies, but not me.
I couldn’t believe grandma ordered Aunt Kate to get up from the bed for the woman to sleep because she was a visitor and also the newest member of the family.
I wondered what she was up to by trying to get grandma to accept her.
I felt she was hiding something.
I didn’t sleep throughout the night, my eyes were wide open. I noticed she also woke up at intervals to check if everyone had slept.
She woke up frequently and caught my eyes staring deep into her soul.
The last time she did, I told her right to her face, ” will expose you.”
I didn’t know if anyone else heard me. I slept off in the early hours of the morning.
I was just too tired to hold on.
When I opened my eyes again, the door was open. Grandma wasn’t awake, nor was Aunt Kate.
Then I turned to find the woman in the bed, but she was gone. I
called out to grandma, but remembering that she doesn’t wake up easily, I had to call Aunt Kate.”
“Aunty, I tapped her and broke the news that the woman had gone that early.
Aunty Kate’s eyes opened in shock as she checked the bed, but the woman wasn’t there.
“I have never trusted that woman since the day she boldly told us she wants to adopt your sister,”Aunty Kate screamed, shaking her shoulders.
“Aunty, that woman is ėvil. Julian isn’t dead.
She should provide her cōrpse before we believe her,” I finally said after taking a deep breath.
“You know where she lives, right?” Aunty Kate asked as she entered the room, then came out fully dressed after a few minutes.
“Let’s go before grandma wakes up. She might not allow us to go anywhere again,” she said as we rushed out towards the woman’s house.
Luckily, after walking for miles, we saw her car outside, I knew she was home and I breathed a sigh of relief.
We just had to ask her one question: “Where is the cōrpse?”
That question would determine if she was lying to us or not.
We knocked on the door, and when she finally opened it after an extra twenty minutes, she said, “I’m sorry, I just left like that.
I had to prepare to go to work.” She didn’t even mention anything about it the night before or that day.
And if she knew she was going to work, why did she think of sleeping over at our house and feeding grandma with so many lies?
These questions were better kept in my heart, as I felt no one would have a suitable answer.
We smiled back at her, and Aunt Kate said we didn’t come for much talk.
She came to pick up the cōrpse of our sister, if she was truly dėad.
The woman initially acted confused, but then she said, “Do you think I’m lying to you about your sister?
Go to St. Peter’s Hospital and find out.”
She said rudely and slāmmed her door.
Although we didn’t know the way, we just left her house and asked questions to get directions.
When we arrived, we saw many patients, even in the waiting room.
I asked Aunt Kate to inquire about seeing the doctor. She did just that, and when we finally met the doctor, he was polite.
He asked us to sit down, and then Aunt Kate said, “Have you admitted any patient by the name of Julian James in this hospital?”
Grandma only gave us the surname James, which was her father’s name. We only had two names.
The doctor said it’s against the hospital’s policy to give out patient information, but somehow Aunt Kate persuaded him to check his files.
There was no patient with that name, so we knew Aunt Kate was lying.
We had no proof, but we knew Julian was somewhere, and it was up to us to find her.
I didn’t care how, but I felt that the woman was planning something bad for her.
Let’s not tell Grandma anything yet until we have proof.
She might go to the woman’s house and create a scene, making her run away with Julian,” Aunt Kate said.
I didn’t even want to tell her anything either. We just have to find a way to make her forget about Julian for a while, so she doesn’t get upsėt and sick.
I nodded in response to Aunt Kate’s suggestion as we walked home.
Then, an idea struck me: “Why don’t we act like we’re convinced that Julian is really gone, and then we can get close to the woman?
Maybe we’ll find out something.”
I turned to Aunt Kate with a smile. She replied, “I don’t know where you always get your ideas from, but it’s a brilliant one.
Let’s go to her house and apologize.”
We turned around and headed to the woman’s house.
I had already formed tears in my eyes, pretending to cry because we needed to act real if we were going to find out anything.
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