Chapter 50: Chapter FIFTY: I Would Get Christy Back.
Kendrick’s POV
The night air outside the Lancaster family house was thick and suffocating.
My chest still ached from the way she had looked at Jasper, clinging to him as if he was the only man that mattered.
Her voice still cut into me like a blade as it continued echoing in my ears
"I thought I had lost our child."
Their child.
She had said it so clearly, so tenderly, but not to me.
The image of her trembling hand on his sleeve burned through my skull like fire and I had to leave because I couldn’t stay another second in that house.
If I had, I wouldn’t have been able to stop myself from punching him in front of everyone, and I wasn’t ready to make her go through any pain or fright.
I made my way to my car and slammed the door like it would ease the pain in my chest. My knuckles cracked as I gripped the steering wheel tightly.
Power
I took a deep breath when I remembered my grandfather’s words.
I can’t act impulsively and must plan my moves out in a way that no one would be able to predict my next move.
I decided to go to the hospital to find out the truth because I was beginning to doubt her memory loss.
On getting to the hospital, I stared at the building as the memories of my last visit replayed in my head.
By the time I drove into the parking lot, my breath was already coming out in quick pants as I felt slightly nervous.
The hospital felt the same as it had that night I came here before, just cold and unwelcoming but tonight I wasn’t leaving empty-handed.
I moved with purpose, past the reception desk, past the curious stares of many nurses as my eyes searched for the particular face from my memory.
My eyes locked on her.
The nurse who had looked after Christy when she was first brought into the hospital.
I remembered her face clearly, always hovering near Christy’s bed when I had been desperate to know what was happening.
She noticed me instantly, her brows knitting together in recognition.
"Sir,you shouldn’t be here. Visiting hours are.." she said carefully, almost nervously.
"I’m not here for visiting hours," I cut her off, my voice was extremely colder than I intended.
I stepped closer, lowering my tone. "I need the truth and I think you’re the only one who can give it to me."
Her eyes darted around, as if expecting someone to overhear. "I don’t know what you mean."
"Yes, you do," I pressed.
My chest heaved as I fought to control my desperation. "Christy. What happened when she was brought here, you were there and you know the truth, don’t you?"
She stiffened, her lips parting in slightly, but I didn’t give her a chance to retreat.
I reached into my jacket pocket and pulled out my wallet, I slid out a thick fold of bills and pressed them into her hand before she could even think to push me away.
Her eyes widened when she felt the weight.
"There’s more, a lot more. Enough to change your life if you want it and no one will ever know it was you who told me. I swear it on my life." I whispered urgently.
The nurse’s hand trembled, clutching the money instinctively. She looked up at me, searching my face for any sign of any reason to doubt me.
I leaned closer. "Please. I need to know"
She cleared her throat and swallowed hard, eyes flicking nervously around the empty corridor.
Finally, she exhaled, the weight of her decision pulling her shoulders down.
"She was pregnant when she was rushed in," the nurse said quietly while looking around vigilantly.
I staggered back a step, gripping the wall to keep from falling.
" She was pregnant, with my child..." I repeated as anger burned inside of me.
She nodded, glancing down the hall before speaking again. "When Christy was rushed in that night, the tests confirmed it. She wasn’t just injured but also carrying a child.
But the family made it clear that nothing was to leave this hospital and the records were sealed. I was threatened to keep my mouth shut."
"And the amnesia?" I asked, my voice hoarse, broken. "They said she couldn’t remember... that she didn’t know me."
The nurse shook her head. "There was no amnesia.Her scans were clean, she remembered everything."
The floor seemed to fall away beneath me.
She didn’t lose her memories, so why did she refuse to recognize me?
And all this time, Jasper... Jasper had been standing there, feeding me lies, weaving this prison of silence around her.
My fists trembled at my sides. I wanted to scream, to tear this whole hospital apart, to burn down every lie that had been built to keep me away from her.
But my body seemed to be frozen as I couldn’t move.
"She remembered me," I muttered, staring blankly at the tiles beneath my feet. "She remembered me..."
The nurse touched my arm gently, her face etched with a sense of urgency. "I’m sorry, please remember your promise. I am risking a lot by telling you all this"
Did I hurt her so much that she refused to acknowledge me when she woke up?
She doesn’t even want me to be with her despite carrying my child.
And the people I call my friends all ganged up against me.
They all lied to me.
My knees nearly buckled from the weight of the truth but there wasn’t a place for weakness, soI forced myself upright, clinging to the only thought that kept me breathing.
Getting her back, no matter what.
But before I could even find the words to thank the nurse, there was an urgent rush of footsteps heading our way.
A very familiar figure was rushing down the hallway with his eyes darting everywhere.
Jasper.
My blood boiled instantly and my hands clenched until my nails dug into my palms.
"Kendrick" he said with a forced smile as he got closer .
"What are you doing here?" he asked when he saw that I didn’t reply to him.
I just stared at him in anger as he continued to smile like an idiot, he had the guts to lie to me over and over again.
The nurse quickly ran away before I could even react.
Jasper’s eyes narrowed, flicking from me to the retreating nurse.
"If you were sick, you could have called me. You didn’t need to come here yourself." he said with a sheepish smile.
The audacity of him
The way he still pretended snapped something inside me.
Before he could utter another word, my fist collided with his jaw.
The sound of my punch colliding with his face echoed down the hall, sending him stumbling back against the wall with a grunt.
His eyes flared wide with shock and blood smeared his lip as he wiped it with the back of his hand, glaring at me with a mixture of anger and disbelief.
"Why would you hit me all of a sudden? What’s wrong with you?," he growled, pushing himself upright.
"You lied to me," I said through gritted teeth as I stepped forward and slowly advanced towards him.
"You told me she had amnesia and that she didn’t remember. But the truth is that all this time, she remembered everything. And she was pregnant with my child!." I yelled angrily at him.
The color drained from his face.
For the first time, Jasper didn’t have words ready to cut me down. He just stood there frozen, as I exposed his lies.
The silence between us was deafening, broken only by the pounding of my heart in my ears and I could.
Finally, he exhaled sharply, his shoulders sagging as he muttered "It was what Christy wanted."
Rage consumed me.
I didn’t think, didn’t hesitate as my fist slammed into his face again, harder this time. He staggered, clutching his cheek, blood dripping from his nose.
"What she wanted?" I roared, my voice echoing in the quiet hallway.
"I don’t believe that you had nothing to do with her decision. Did you advise her as my friend to give me a chance? Did you try to persuade her? What exactly did you do?" I asked him angrily.
Jasper spat blood onto the floor, glaring up at me through swollen eyes.
"You don’t understand, the Lancaster family would never let you near her. This was the only way, If you think they’ll let you back into her life, you’re a fool."he said with a serious expression.
His words made my blood boil even more intensely as I stepped closer to him.
"I don’t give a damn what the Lancaster family thinks," I hissed.
"I don’t care about their rules or their lies. She is mine and so is the child as well. And nothing, not you, not her family, not the entire damn world will keep me from her." I said with a determined tone.
Jasper’s jaw tightened, but I didn’t wait for his reply. My rage had reached its breaking point, and if I stayed, I might kill him.
I shoved past him, storming down the corridor with fire blazing in my veins. My footsteps echoed in the quiet hallway and my chest heaved with every breath.
This wasn’t over.
I would get Christy back.
No matter what it cost.
And as the hospital doors slid open before me, the night air crashing against my face, I swore it to myself: