Semua Bab The Tale Not Old As Time: Bab 71 - Bab 80

Seventy-OneChaos introduced them. “Florence, this is Kamilla. Kamilla, this is Florence.”Kamilla, ever the gracious woman, smiled warmly at Florence. “It is lovely to meet you, Florence,” she said, her voice soft and inviting. She could see the tension in the air, the unspoken words, the unspoken emotions. She sensed the complexity of the situation, the hidden depths of their relationships. But she chose to ignore it, to focus on the present moment.She turned to Chaos, her eyes filled with a knowing look. “It seems like you two know each other very well,” she observed, her tone light and playful.Chaos, caught off guard, hesitated on what exactly to say at the moment. He did not know how to explain the situation, how to introduce Florence without revealing too much. He glanced at Florence, seeking guidance, but she simply looked away, her expression unreadable.The silence stretched, an awkward tension filling the air. Kamilla, sensing the discomfort, decided to break the ice. She

Seventy-ThreeChaos sat on the floor next to Florence, surrounded by a colorful array of props and materials. He was meticulously cutting out felt shapes, his fingers deftly maneuvering the scissors and finally he finished it.Florence, meanwhile, was busy writing out words and phrases on colorful cards. “Need any help with that?” Chaos asked, his voice gentle. Florence smiled gratefully. “That would be great,” she replied. She handed him a stack of cards and a marker. “Can you write these words in big, bold letters?” Chaos took the cards and began to write, his handwriting neat and precise. As they worked, they chatted, their laughter filling the room. It was a simple, quiet moment, but it was one that Florence cherished. She was grateful for Chaos’ support, his unwavering belief in her. “Is this the way you want it?” He asked as he showed it to her.She nodded, “Yes, thank you.”“No problem.” He smiled back as they were both lounging on his living room floor.As Florence was be

Seventy-FiveThe man fixed his pants after getting what he wanted from her. He glanced at the woman lying on the bed, naked and had sperm all over her stomach. She looked lost and he laughed at the sight of her, after fixing his pants and shirt, he threw money on her face. “You pitiful disgusting bitch.” He muttered while laughing. With a final, dismissive look, he turned and left, leaving her alone in the cold, empty room, naked and emotionless.“Noah…” She mumbled softly as her eyes glued on the ceiling, devoid from any emotion or expression. “I’m sorry you witnessed that. Mama isn’t a bad person.” Her voice was weak as her body was in pain after having eight customers today.She could hear her son’s voice as he answered her, “Don’t worry mama. I know you were never a bad person.”Outside the motel, the city hummed with life, a stark contrast to the quiet desolation of the motel room. Cars whizzed by, their headlights cutting through the darkness as it was past ten o’clock in the e

Seventy-SevenChaos stood beside Florence, his arms crossed, his expression grim. He had seen the darkness, the evil that lurked in the shadows from Nora’s tired eyes. He knew that they had a long road ahead, a battle against mental instability and emotional breakdown. But he was ready to fight, to protect this woman who had been through hell and give her a voice that no one had ever given her.“You can trust me.” Chaos’ voice was serious. “You can tell me all the names of the hospitals that rejected you in helping your son from that horrible night, and we can sue them. I’ll make sure they pay for their negligence. We’ll get justice for Noah. I will handle the financial needs. I can help you, so you have to help yourself, Nora, for Noah.”Even though Florence could not hear the exact words, she could sense the intensity of Chaos’ conversation with Nora. She knew that he was offering his support, promising to help her seek justice. The way his eyes were filled with empathy and determi

Seventy-NineDays turned into a week, and Nora’s condition worsened. The trauma she had endured had taken a toll on her mental health. She retreated into a world of shadows, a prisoner of her own mind.Chaos, fueled by a relentless determination, sought help for Nora. He found a specialized mental health facility, a place of healing and recovery. One of the best in the whole city with great accommodation and the best doctors there were. He ensured that she received the best possible care, the most advanced treatments. Together with Florence, they were Nora’s constant support and her unwavering anchor.In addition to providing emotional support, Chaos also hired a private investigator to work closely with Nora’s medical team. The investigator’s task was to gather evidence, to piece together the fragments of Nora’s traumatic past. They would meticulously document every detail, every piece of evidence, to build a strong case against Doctor Oscar Heath Godric.“Mr. Battenkurt, I need to