Confronting the Truth
Ryan
We had just arrived in London, and the atmosphere was already tense. I began to question whether fulfilling Sarah's wish was a good idea, given all the recent twists and turns.
After Sarah overheard our conversation about Enrico hosting Rachel in his home, she insisted that Kael bring her to London. She wanted to confront her best friend and demand that he kick her sister out of the house. Sarah wanted to do this personally to make sure it was happening and that we weren't deceiving her, as she claimed we had done before when we didn't disclose Rachel's situation and her subsequent move to London to work in Enrico's house.
Our entire family tried to talk to Sarah and convince her that seeking revenge would only bring us more problems and that it would be better to leave the past behind. However, she did not accept our advice, and here we were.
Shortly after leaving Heathrow Airport, we quickly arrived at the hotel I had booked in Westminster Borough, one of the most expensive and exclusive in London, as Kael had demanded. We decided to postpone our visit to Enrico's house until the next day since Sarah was visibly exhausted after over nine hours of plane travel. However, the next day, Sarah's first request was for me to accompany her to Enrico's house, something that, at that moment, I considered to be the most sensible decision.
"I don't understand why I'm being excluded from this trip," Kael complained as we had our breakfast in the suite where they were staying. "Now that we're together, I don't have any more jealousy towards your little friend, Sarah."
"If this is your attempt to prove that, I say you're doing a terrible job," I pointed out as I finished my coffee.
"Ryan is right, Kael," Sarah agreed. "You're a lousy liar, and I'd rather have my brother accompany me to Enrico's house."
Kael didn't seem pleased with Sarah's insistence that he not go with us, but I could understand her. Despite all of Kael's changes, he still wasn't immune to jealousy; I knew that well.
"Okay, then," Kael eventually agreed, after all, Sarah was adamant. "I'll go to the stable, personally visit the facilities."
After saying our goodbyes to Kael, with the help of the wheelchair that had been arranged as soon as we arrived at the airport, I assisted Sarah to the hotel's reception, and then to the taxi that was already waiting for us.
"I still can't understand why Madison didn't accompany us on this trip," Sarah commented. "Are you guys okay?"
"Yes, yes," I confirmed immediately. "She's just a bit tired of all these travels."
"I don't know how to explain it, but I feel like Madison is now so different from the girl I met at the beauty salon."
I shared the same thought as Sarah, although I couldn't explain what was happening or why Madison had changed so much.
"It must be the anxiety of going back to school," I suggested, although Sarah didn't seem to agree.
I decided to change the subject, and a few minutes later, we arrived at Enrico's luxurious residence in Kensington.
We hadn't informed Enrico about our arrival in London, let alone the visit we were about to make. Enrico would certainly be quite surprised to see us arriving at his house.
My intuition was correct because when the housekeeper led us to Enrico, the expression on his face made it clear how surprised he was by our visit.
"Sarah! Great Ryan!" he exclaimed upon seeing us enter the spacious and extremely elegant living room. "What a joy to have you in my home."
Enrico came to greet us and bent down to embrace Sarah tightly, pulling back with a chaste kiss on her forehead.
"Why didn't you let me know you were coming?" he asked with a slight reprimand. "Where are you staying? Where's Kael?"
There were several questions all at once, and Sarah smiled casually at the warm reception she was receiving.
"I wanted to surprise you. I'm staying at Zedwell, and Kael is handling his own business."
Sarah answered all the questions with an animated tone, and once again, I could see how well the two of them seemed to get along, understanding Kael's jealousy. I believe I wouldn't feel so secure in his place either.
"Come on," Enrico invited. "Let's sit down."
"I'm already sitting, aren't I?"
Sarah tried to make a joke, but Enrico expressed his disapproval with a serious look, like a father reprimanding a child.
"Let's set aside the jokes and tell me," Enrico changed the subject. "What brought you to London in the middle of winter?"
Sarah didn't have a chance to respond because, at that moment, Lindsay entered the room, accompanied by a man who looked sad and weak. I assumed he must be Enrico's father, given the striking resemblance to his son, only aged by time. It would be more accurate to say that the son was a copy of the father.
"Hi, good morning, everyone," Lindsay greeted us shyly. "I brought Joseph to stay here in the living room, Enrico. I didn't know you had visitors."
"No problem at all, Lindsay," Enrico reassured the young woman. "Leave him here, and make yourself at home."
"You don't need to treat me as if I were an invalid. I can handle myself perfectly well."
Enrico's father's words seemed to bother my sister, and I noticed instantly that Sarah shrunk in her wheelchair.
Joseph settled into one of the armchairs next to the sofas and stared intently at Sarah as if evaluating in some way.
"Are you, by any chance, the sister of that unbearable girl in our house?" Joseph got straight to the point.
"Unfortunately, we are twin sisters," Sarah didn't hide her displeasure with the comparison. "But any resemblance between us ends with our appearance. Our personalities are completely different."
Enrico shot an embarrassed look at Sarah, and I understood that he had already grasped the reason that brought us there, as Sarah didn't seem surprised by Joseph's question.
"I hope you're right," Joseph said curtly.
"I am," Sarah asserted firmly. "And it's precisely because of Rachel that I'm here today, Enrico. I want you to send her away from your house."
The room became so quiet at that moment that even a louder breath seemed audible. And indeed, that's what happened. I let out a deep sigh, drawing everyone's attention to my figure, now tense in the doorway of the living room, with a look of genuine horror on my face.
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