Semua Bab Mistaken Identity : Bab 71 - Bab 80

Asher’s POVThe old man was still in his three piece suit, which meant that he had come there from work. It must have been urgent if he was showing up in Avery’s house. From what he knew, Wellesley had never been to Avery’s place before.Wellesley stood up from the couch as they entered. “So it’s true. You two are… whatever this is.” He said, waving his hand in the air in front of them.His voice dripped with disdain, his eyes settling briefly—and coldly—on Noel in Asher’s arms. It must have pissed him more than he was showing that another man was carrying his grandson if the way he clenched his fist was anything to go by.Asher’s eyes however remained locked on the man in front of him—Mr. Wellesley. Avery’s father-in-law. The same man she had called “Grandfather” out of respect and tradition, now standing uninvited in her home like he still had any right to be there.After all the shit the old man had pulled, he should be ashamed to be in front of Asher, hell, even Avery. Of course W

Asher’s POVAsher nodded. “I’ll come with you.” He said.They walked down the hall together and found Neal and Noel sitting on the edge of Neal’s bed, both boys looking up as the door creaked open.“Is he gone?” Neal asked immediately they entered the room.“Yes,” Avery said, stepping into the room. “He won’t be back.”Noel slid off the bed and padded over to Asher, hugging his legs tightly. Asher picked him up without hesitation, holding him close.“Are you mad?” Neal asked quietly. “At us?”Avery knelt in front of him immediately. “No. Never. This isn’t your fault, baby.”Neal’s eyes dropped. “I just heard yelling. I didn’t know if we did something…” he mumbled.It broke Asher’s heart to hear Neal think that what had happened was their fault.“You didn’t,” Asher said firmly, sitting beside him. “That man… he was wrong to come here. He upset your mom. But none of this is on you.”Neal nodded slowly, chewing his bottom lip.“Hey,” Asher said gently, reaching out to tap Neal chest. “Yo

Asher’s POVAsher recoiled at the idea of drinking tea with his grandmother. He didn’t drink tea, coffee was better, but there was no way he would find coffee in the Storm mansion. His family was an advocate for tea. It was understandable, since they had a tea making company.He settled beside her on the plush loveseat while Wilson poured the tea, leaving shortly after to give them privacy.His grandmother watched him for a long moment, studying his face. “You’ve been running from home.” She said, looking away.Asher blinked. It hadn’t even been up to a month that he last visited. “I’ve been busy—” he muttered, knowing that she was aware of the deal Storm Capitals had been fighting for these past few weeks.“No. Not from this house. From your roots.” Her tone was soft, but firm. “From yourself.”He looked away for a moment, then back at her. “I haven’t been running. I’ve just… needed space.” He replied. He knew what she was referring to and didn’t want to get to it.Someone had to tak

Asher’s POVAsher stormed through the hospital lobby, ignoring the curious looks thrown his way. His shoes hit the polished floor with deliberate, clipped steps. His wasn't necessarily an outright emergency, but he would be damned if he should drag his feet to the doctor's office. He just had to do this and get it done with.The elevators were too slow for his liking, so he opted for the stairs, taking them two at a time until he reached the third floor where Dr. Meyers’ office was located. It also helped with his cardio exercises, since he couldn't recall the last time he had visited the gym.He's been too busy lately that he had been pushing going to the gym. His body already was worked up even without being in the gym, with all his busy schedules.The moment he stepped into the quiet, sterile hallway, the door at the end opened as if they had been waiting for him, and Dr. Meyers himself appeared, clipboard in hand.“Mr. Storm,” the doctor said, offering a tight, professional smile

Avery’s POV She sniffled, pressing her forehead to his chest. She was calming down, that was good. Maybe, somewhere within her heart, she had assumed that she was someone else. Silence fell between them again, thick and heavy. “I don’t understand,” she whispered after a while. “Why would he do this? Why would he take away my identity?” Asher knew who Avery was referring to. He didn’t have the answers to those questions, only Wellesley knew why he had done what he had done. “I don’t know,” Asher said, brushing her hair back. “But I promise you, we’ll find out. I’ll help you, Avery—Raina—we’ll get to the bottom of it.” She looked up at him, eyes red and puffy. “But who even knows Raina Ross? How do I start? Where do I go from here?” she muttered. Asher hesitated. She was already spiraling. But she needed a way forward, a next step. He should have thought of that when he had seen the results. She wasn’t one to dwell on something without looking for a solution to move