Chapter 309
Daniel Staf’s POV
Staf Studio
I was busy reviewing some drafts, as my phone rang.
The ID read: Pearl River Hospital
I took the call and was shocked that a woman was brought in after encountering a car accident and my name was in her emergency contact.
“May I know her name p>
“Imelda Harmon,” the receptionist said.
“She says you’re her boyfriend p>
I froze on hearing her name.
This was the last way I ever expected to be acquainted with her after all she did to me and Adrian.
Shock and resentment were fighting inside of me.
“Can you please come over immediately?” her question pulled me out of my thoughts.
“Yes, I’ll be over in a minute.
I exhaled as I dialed her number.
“Isabella,” I said, on the phone. “I just got a call from Pearl River Hospital p>
“They said, Imelda got into a car accident and I was in her emergency contact and she told them I was her boyfriend p>
I paused as I was surprised she didn’t stop me.
“It’s okay,” she said calmly.
“She mustn’t have anyone to call, so she called you, and she is Adrian’s mother p>
I smiled as I knew she and my kids are my present, and that’s enough to clear anything before I go to meet Imelda for her.
As I disconnected the call, I didn’t want to go, but I couldn’t ignore her if she was in a bad state.
One thing I was certain of was…I would honor my present life and Isabella as my wife.
Pearl River Hospital
“I’m here for Imelda Harmon, a car accident patient p>
“Room five nine.” she pointed towards the hall.
I found her laying on the bed with visible injuries on her arm and forehead.
She looked exhausted and confused at first.
“Imelda p>
She looked confused at me as I took her name.
Just then the doctor came inside and removed her phone out.
“See? Ms Imelda, he’s your boyfriend p>
Imelda took her phone and after seeing the photo of me with her, she smiled.
“Mr Staf, Ms Imelda has forgotten some memories after being hit on the head p>
“You don’t remember me?” I asked her as I stepped closer.
She shook her head, then smiled.
“But after seeing this photo, I know you are my boyfriend p>
I was surprised to see she still had the photo.
It was our third valentine together.
I was unsettled on her remembering me as her boyfriend after all she put me through.
But seeing her so helpless, made it difficult for me to walk away from.
“I’m sorry,” she said.
“Its only cause of the photos that I know you’re my boyfriend, but I don’t remember anything p>
“I know I’m Imelda Harmon, but I don’t remember anything else p>
“Oh,” she said, showing a photo of Fredrick.
“I presume he’s my father as I have photos with him from childhood to now p>
“What’s my number doing in your emergency contact list p>
That was the first time I felt stupid for asking a question.
Obviously she doesn’t remember.
I don’t know why, but I felt this situation wasn’t as simple as it looked.
“So, you’re my boyfriend, do we live together p>
I took a deep breath.
“We were once a couple, nineteen years back, before we broke up p>
“Now, I’m married to Isabella and we have a daughter, Jenny p>
“Our son, yours and mine, Adrian also lives with me and my wife Isabella p>
I had to make it clear, even if she forgot, she has to know I’m married and have a family.
I felt like I had to protect Isabella, and Jenny, now that Imelda didn’t recognize anyone.
“Do you hate me?” she asked, frowning.
“You didn’t ask how I was and only explaining we’re no more a couple p>
“Fine, then leave p>
“I guess I’m all alone now p>
She was right, yet I felt guilty.
“Look, our relationship has been complicated ever since we broke up, and now that I’ve been married with Isabella and have an eighteen year old daughter with her p>
“There’s no going back p>
“Was I such a bad person?” she said, lowering her eyes.
“You should focus on recovering first, then you can slowly remember things p>
“I’ll go meet the doctor and ask what’s the treatment plan p>
I went to meet the doctor.
“Doctor, she has a father as well p>
“We know, but he hasn’t replied to any of our messages, and we are still examining her p>
“She seems frightened and confused p>
“Leaving her alone at a time like this, will only leave her with a blank mind p>
I realized I had no other option but to stay with her.
I quickly texted Isabella and told her of the condition and about taking her back to Harmon Mansion, so I can keep an eye on her.
She replied back:
Don’t worry, I’m with you.
I felt torn between caution and responsibility.
“Doctor, can she be discharged p>
“Yes, matter of fact, the more she is around familiar places, the faster she can recover p>
I went back to her room.
“The doctor says, you can be discharged p>
“I’ll take you back home to Harmon Mansion for now p>
“But I want to make it clear p>
“I’m only helping you, don’t get any idea you shouldn’t p>
She simply nodded.
After taking the necessary instructions and follow-up checkups from the doctor, I helped organize her discharge and took her to Harmon Mansion.
Harmon Mansion
On entering she began to study the surroundings and it was clear from her looks…she didn’t recognize a thing.
Now all I was thinking was…I hope I’m doing the right thing.
“Did we ever live here together p>
“Not here,” I said in a flat tone.
“We did over at Livelane, two decades back before breaking up p>
I knew I was sounding too rude for a person who didn’t remember a thing.
But I didn’t want her to remember anything wrong.
“This house once belonged to the family you were connected to p>
“Once p>
“You’ll remember soon p>
One thing I was certain of, she didn’t remember a thing and she was recalling only from her phone.
“Do you really don’t remember a thing?” I asked.
“Look around, maybe p>
I realized she really doesn’t remember as she let out a sigh.
My concern towards her was growing as well as my uncertainty.
“Can you stay here?” she said in a low voice.
“I’m sacred p>
“I have a family waiting for me,” I said, again frankly.
“I won’t promise you much, but I will check on you p>
“I’ve arranged a caretaker for you p>
“Call if you need anything p>
I never thought I’d tell her this ever in my life again.
“Did I do anything horrible to you?” she asked, shocking me.
“It’s the way you’re looking at me…in disgust p>
“Focus on recovering and remembering some things p>
“Don’t push yourself, good night p>
On my way back home, I kept on wondering did she really forget or is this another trick up her sleeve.