Chapter 9

Ethan POV
 
"Where is she?" As soon as I made my way into my father's room, where he lays with hard sickness,.
 
"What do you mean, father?" I questioned as I walked closer to him, sitting on the right side of him since he lay with weakness.
 
"Ethan," he breathed hard, calling up my name, which I just looked at him with a sigh of pity within me.
 
"Father," I gave a short response, looking at him with a deep feeling of pain within me since he has been in that condition for a few months with all medical attention going well like a huge breeze.
 
" Do you want me died?" His question cause a chill down my spine immediately. Why would he be asking such questions? " I gazed at him with a kind of care free look but still thinking it what I would come up with to tell him.
 
 
"No, Father, why would I?" I replied with another question attaching to it as I try to sound calm and reassuring, still glancing at him as he labors hard to give a well-sounding breath. 
 
My father's eyes reached into mine at that point, . I looked at him with both mixed feelings of both sadness and a little bit of frustration.
 
" Ethan." He called up my name with a cough as I looked at him quickly. "Please do anything you can to bring her back, because she has your first seed with her," my father concluded his word with a sigh.
 
 
I sighed to him with a deep breath, feeling a sense of sadness wash over me at that point. 
 
"Father, we've been over this. " I said before my father interrupted.
 
"We haven't, son!" He said.
 
"Dad, you just accept Mia is gone and she left us, and I need to move on with my life the same way you need to also move on," I said with a harsh voice to my father, who managed to try looking at me by sitting upright with my own support and that of the pillows.
 
But my father's gaze was just so deep at me, which made me look in another direction of the room.
 
"You don't understand, Ethan." He sniffled as I looked back in his direction.
 
"WWhat do you mean by I don't understand?" I questioned.
 
"She needs your help." He gave a reply with his calm voice.
 
I raised an eyebrow, giving a more carefree look this time around with a slient hiss.
 
"Father, you're not making any sense. You're sick, and you need to rest." I said to him, trying back to bed, rid him at point since his words were no longer sounding interesting to me.
 
But my father's grip on my arm tightened, still not letting me to bed rid him. I looked at him with me losing with no relief within me. 
 
 
"Listen to me, Ethan." He paused with another sniff.
 
"You must find her and the baby and protect them," my father said to me, adding to his own word.
 
I felt a surge of guilt and anxiety within my inner mind, reeling with the implications. My father's words stirred up some negative feelings, feelings I thought I had long thrown away into somewhere I couldn't find.
 
The whole memories of Mia's and what I did to her just keep on rolling through my own head at that point. I felt the pain and betrayal that she would be facing, and the threat just kept deep within me.
 
"Father, please," I said, my voice softening and much calmer this time as I held on my father's hands.
 
. "You're not well. You need to rest and recover. We can talk about this later." I said as I successfully laid him back on the bed with me standing up at that point just to walk out.
 
But my father's eyes flashed with a fierce determination, and his hand held on mine tight and not having any way to release mine, and this made me look at him.
 
"No, Ethan. There is no later. Time is running out. You must find her now, before it's too late." My father's words still just sounded good to me. Me getting someone who I just couldn't stay with, since I still felt the guilt within me.
 
I felt a shiver run down my spine as I gazed into his eyes, seeing the desperation and fear lurking in their depths. My mind raced with questions after questions, but I knew I had to tread carefully. My father's health was fragile, and I didn't want to push him too hard.
 
But I couldn't shake off the feeling that he was hiding something, that there was more to this story than he was letting on. I decided to probe further to see if I could uncover the truth.
 
"Father," I said, my voice soft and gentle.
 
"What do you mean by all this you have been telling me? What do you really want?"
 
My father's eyes closed, his chest rising and falling in slow, labored breaths. For a moment, I thought he had drifted off to sleep, but then his eyes snapped open, and he fixed me with a piercing gaze.
 
"I've seen myself in the land of the died if you didn't bring Mia back, " with his chest rising up and keeping me in deep fear he called up my name once more "Ethan," he whispered, his voice barely audible.
 
" Father's , what's going on?" I asked with fear and confusion not knowing what i should possibly do next at that time. My gear being racing so quickly at that point as if it wanted to pull out of it space.
 
" Do anything within you to bring that lady back with my grandchild" he still said with a voice that was much more lower than a whisper.
 
I felt a surge of confusion, my mind reeling with the implications. 
 
But before I could ask any more questions, my father's eyes closed, and his body went limp. I felt a surge of panic, my heart racing with fear.
 
"Father!" I shouted, shaking him gently. "Father, wake up!" My eyes immediately felt so wet .
 
But he didn't respond. I felt a cold dread creeping up my spine, a sense of foreboding that I couldn't shake off. I knew I had to find Mia, no matter what it took. My father's life depended on it.
 
" Father," I screeched out so loud which quickly invited the attention of the other workers within the apartment.
 
My eyes being so wet and already with maid's and guard around myself and my father who laid there like an ice fish.
 
" Hey, do what I want" this word caused a deep laughter which kept me surprise.