“This is my assistant, Ralph Hall…”
Inside the car, aside from the young man, there was another one who looked a bit older and less… flamboyant.
Yes, Evely’s neighbor was a bit more colorful than his friend. Now that she’s sitting next to him, she noticed that he was wearing a rose colored suit. It contrasted well against the other man’s black ensemble.
Evie had no idea how to call the young man. She searched her memory for a word that people used to address strangers, and recalled what the kidnappers called her earlier.
“Er… Boss.”
The young man and the assistant were dumbfounded for several seconds before the young man let out a chuckle.
“Evely, are you talking to me?” the young man asked, but he did not make things difficult for Evie, when it was obvious that she had no idea what his name was. “Call me Brother Cedric.”
Brother Cedric? Evie wondered why she had to call him brother, but did not bother asking. She was too tired. However, something bothered her.
The carriage looked pristine inside. She was suddenly more than conscious of the dirt she was already putting on the seat.
“Brother Cedric, I’m dirtying your carriage,” she said, feeling a bit guilty.
Even with their strong personalities both she and Evely didn’t like inconveniencing other people who had nothing to do with them.
“It’s fine. Don’t worry about it,” Cedric said, and when Evie still looked hesitant, he waved his hand as he grinned. “It’s not my car.”
Evie’s eyes widened, making Cedric laugh.
“But don’t worry. I am planning to have this car cleaned well before I return it, so don’t worry about dirtying it now.”
Oh…
Evie was still a bit confused as to why Cedric looked alright with messing other people’s things or why he was helping her, but she listened to him and relaxed. In any case, she was too exhausted to argue and just wanted to go to Evely’s house to rest.
The trip towards Hampton Hills took thirty minutes. Evie was glad that Cedric did not talk much and let her close her eyes to replenish her energy. The next thing she knew, there was someone softly tapping her shoulder.
“Hey Evely, we’re here,” Cedric said and Evie opened her eyes.
Outside the window was a familiar looking mansion beyond a familiar looking gate. It’s the Hunt Family home— Evely’s home.
Evie turned to Cedric and gave him a grateful smile.
“Thank you for the carriage ride Brother Cedric, Brother Ralph,” she said before getting out of the vehicle.
“Evely, here!” Cedric called, and when Evie turned to him, he handed her a gold and a black card with numbers. “Call me or Ralph when you need help.”
Evie blinked several times, not understanding how calling them had to do with cards, but took them in her hand anyway. She wondered if the cards had some type of magic in it that could summon or call them. In any case, Evie would figure it out later.
“Thank you brothers,” she said, and Cedric waved at her before raising the window again, and the carriage left to go down the street where he probably lived.
She stood in front of the tall, iron gate and wondered how to get in. She searched Evely’s memory, and then realized she had to have a key to the gate. But she did not have the key with her since she was taken and buried. The only other option was to push a magic button from the wall and the people inside would be summoned.
“What was that called again?” she muttered as she searched her memory. “Ah!”
Doorbell.
She wondered where it was as she went to the side of the gate and scrutinized the wall. Sure enough, the magical button was there. Evie quickly pressed it. She was embarrassed as she was a bit nervous and excited as she did it. In Evely’s world, it was one of those things that fascinated her when she watched her in the mirror. In Evie’s world, the only way for someone to know there’s someone at the gate or door was to either holler or hit the brass knocker against the door itself. But in this world, they had this tiny button that could call people outside without much ruckus.
Evie waited, and sure enough, a handsome, but middle aged man stepped out of the door and looked at the gate where Evie stood.
Ah…
Evie knew who this man was. She had seen him in Evely’s memories and seen him in the mirror over the years that she was very familiar with him.
Francis Hunt— Evely’s father.
Evie noted his grim expression as he approached the gate, and she could not help remembering the argument she had seen in the mirror. That was supposed to happen around this time.
“Stop right there Evely! Are you trying to anger me to death?”
“Am I succeeding? I do hope I anger you to death.”
Evie sighed. This man did die, but not out of anger. Francis Hunt died of a broken heart when he found out that his beloved daughter had died.
Francis Hunt opened the gate and stepped to the side to let her in without speaking. As soon as she was inside, he quickly closed the door and marched silently towards the house.
Evie watched his retreating back and let out another sigh. It was obvious that he was high-strung. He was just trying his best not to lash out at his daughter, but even if he did, Evie had no complaints. He was just obviously worried about her.
This was something that the original Evely misunderstood previously. But that was also because she thought that her stepmother was trying to get rid of her and was very defensive.
Evie followed Francis into the house, and her eyes noted the grand staircase where the father and daughter had their argument in the past life. The corner of her eye caught sight of movement, and she guessed that it was Evely's— well, now, her stepmother who came to see what’s going on but was scared to come forward in case Evely got angry.
Ah… Evie reckoned she had to start considering herself as Evely to avoid confusion. After all, she was in her body now.
“Why did you come home late?” Francis asked, and when Evie turned, a stub of cigarette fell from her clothes to the floor.
Since Evie looked at it, Francis’ eyes followed her line of sight as well, and was visibly enraged upon seeing the cigarette butt.
Ah.
“Since when did you start to smoke? Are you planning to die early? And what happened to you? Why are you so dirty?” Francis Hunt’s rapid questions fired one after another.
In the original life, Evely had ignored her father and ran up the stairs. But Evie had no plans on doing the same. She believed that all misunderstandings would be prevented if people would find the courage to speak the truth.
But how to tell the truth? Evie thought about her “father’s” questions and decided to answer them one by one clearly.
“I don’t smoke. Someone threw those at me. I hope I don’t die early but someone tried to kill me earlier. I got hit on the head but it’s not that bad, I think,” she narrated, not noticing the horrified expression on Francis’ face as she continued to speak.
“Oh, and the dirt— I got it when those guys buried me after hitting me on the head.”
As if on cue, blood trickled from her head injury to her face, and a shriek sounded from the side as Evely’s stepmother could not contain herself and ran towards the father and daughter with panic on her face.“Francis! Evely is bleeding! Quick! Let’s bring her to the hospital!”Her loud cry snapped Francis out of his trance and quickly carried Evie in his arms.“Grab my keys!” he ordered his wife, before running towards the garage where there were few metal carriages parked. But Evie had no time to appreciate them.Evie wanted to protest, saying that she’s okay but the couple seemed to be in so much panic that they did not listen to her.Soon, her stepmother who was still
Hampton Hills was one of the most luxurious and exclusive subdivisions in the country, built under the very famous Rockefeller Group. Most of the homeowners chose to live in the place, not only because of the superb security but also because of the status of living there. Businessmen who were very conscious of their reputations made sure to grab at least one of the houses available for sale.The entire exclusive subdivision looked like a small version of a picturesque French town. In it were three different types of houses. The normal houses that were situated near the entrance gate, were designed to look similar to twentieth century houses in Paris. Their façade was mostly covered with white plaster with wooden beams and stones as foundation.The next types of houses like where the Hunt family lived, was a larger type of French villa more popularly call
Evie Hunter stood in front of the huge glass window, staring at the hustle and bustle of the city down below. She had been more than amazed the first time she stood on the same spot and saw the scenery. Then and there, it really came to her how entirely different this world was to hers.However, her opinion about Evely’s world did not change. In fact, with everything that she had been seeing so far, it only confirmed her thoughts. This world looked aesthetically modern and grand, but in reality, everything in it was so backwards. Even if her world could be called medieval in appearance, as she had searched the word, her world was more than ten times more convenient than where she was right now.For example, this world’s mode of transportation. Sure, the metal carriages she had seen came in different forms and colors, and they looked so nice. Evie wa
Liz Hunt’s voice became smaller and smaller as she spoke. It was clear that she was being very careful as to not to agitate Evely, whom she knew hated her a lot. Their relationship had never been harmonious to begin with. When Evely’s parents divorced when she was six, she blamed her father for the fall out. Her mother said that it was because Francis Hunt was seeing someone else that their marriage broke. Evely was also told that her mother could only take her sister and not Evely because Francis did not want her sister.This was why, when Francis married Lizbeth Morgan, a socialite, two years after the divorce, Evely more than raised hell, thinking she was the homewrecker her mother told her about. The charming house in Hampton Hills was never without a fight— and it was all due to Evely finding faults with Francis’ new wife.
Francis and Liz Hunt trudged the hallway of the VIP ward arm in arm. Although the man looked haggard due to his days of staying up late and taking care of many things all at once, while the woman was tearstained, there were smiles on their faces. Also, for the very first time in years since they married, in their hearts and minds, they had peace. Even if they still had a lot of things to deal with, now that at least, their daughter was no longer antagonistic towards them, the rest would be easier.The years had not been easy, but they were aware that it was because of their own choice to hide the truth. If they had been truthful towards Evely from the beginning, things wouldn’t have escalated to the point it did before their daughter’s incident. Also, Francis had to admit that even if he suffered as well, the one who was truly wronged was his wife.
“Will you tell her the truth?” Liz was dumbfounded, and Francis looked guilty.“I know. I made you suffer all those years for nothing. In the end, I still have to tell her the truth...”Liz shook her head again. If Francis decided to tell Evely about everything, then something really serious happened that was more important than keeping that secret, and something did. If her husband suspected that his ex-wife was the one behind Evely’s kidnapping, then it’s best for the truth to come out so that Evely would stop seeing that person.Actually, when Francis and his ex-wife divorced, her husband got full custody of Evely since the woman was not her biological mother anyway. Also, since she did something appalling towards the child by purposely making her sick, she had committed a crim
Back at the VIP ward, Evie who had her eyes closed let out a sigh. She still had very little divine inheritance left in her body, and she was hesitating if she should use it or not. She did not even use it to heal herself faster, thinking of saving it for an emergency. But she felt that right now was some kind of an emergency.After spending days at the hospital, she realized that she had made so many mistakes that alarmed the people around her. But she could not help it. Although she knew everything, she knew them in the eyes of an onlooker. How would she know if she said or did something that she was not supposed to in this world? She could not even help cure herself. She had no energy to always police her actions and words too.Her parents would be meeting that psychologist, and she wanted to know what they would discuss in detail. This would help her point
Evie could not believe it! She thought everyone in this world were mortals. How could there be a powerful sage that existed here?Or was what she had always thought wrong? After all, she’s not human and she was sent to this world. Did it mean that there were other celestial beings like her in this world?Evie suddenly felt her guard go up. The surprised expression on her face vanished, replaced by a circumspect one, before she lapsed into a deep thought. Since the people below were no longer talking about things that interested her, she withdrew her senses and did not listen to them anymore. In any case, she already knew the gist of their discussion.“Is Dr. Carl Jensen from my world?” Evie wondered out loud.When the doctor talked to her, she did not f