Confrontation
**Kael**
Cursed moment when I believed that a month with Sarah would be enough to get over her and move on without her image haunting me, something that had been happening since the moment we first got involved, even in my dreams. Now, almost two weeks have passed, and I still can't accept her absence.
The worst part is knowing she's not close enough for me to have her by my side. This increasingly frustrates me with Ryan, even after his revelation about Sarah, and this feeling only grows as my desire to have her in my arms again intensifies.
How could I let myself get entangled like this with a woman? This question continues to echo in my mind, just as Sarah continues to course through my veins. As I wrap up the last loose ends of the day at the office, all I want is to find her, but that's out of the question for various reasons.
So, I resigned myself to go home and have dinner with my mother, something I genuinely appreciate, as she is the most important person in my life. However, upon arriving home, I was informed that my mother left in the afternoon and hadn't returned yet, which surprised me, as it had been months since the last time she left our house. This is another rather astonishing development for me.
"Did she say where she was going?" I asked the nurse who had been with her during the day.
I had arrived much earlier than usual, and for that reason, the shift change hadn't happened yet.
"She just said she was going out and wanted to go alone. That the driver would accompany her," the nurse replied, looking tense.
I brought my hand to my forehead, feeling another headache coming on, something that had been happening frequently since my life started slipping out of my control.
"It's okay, Emma. Thank you for your cooperation."
The truth is, Emma wasn't at fault for my mother deciding to leave her self-imposed isolation, as that was never my determination, but her choice. In the end, the fact that she was going out was a positive thing, and I should be happy that she was doing so. What really bothered me was that she hadn't informed me about her departure when we had breakfast together that morning. She didn't even bother to send a message to let me know, which left me worried.
I had nothing left to do but wait for her return, which I decided to do in the living room so that I could see her as soon as she came back and make sure she was okay. A few minutes later, Mary was crossing the hallway and heading to the living room where I was waiting for her.
"You're home early today," was her first comment when she saw me waiting for her, looking genuinely surprised.
With that statement, I could only conclude that my mother didn't expect me to be home so soon, and I smiled humorlessly, realizing that she had intended to arrive before me.
"I imagine you didn't want me to know about your mysterious departure, right?" I asked directly.
"No, dear," she denied quickly but seemed embarrassed. "I was just surprised to find you here because you usually come home from work so late."
"There's no use pretending otherwise, Mom," I pressed her. "I'll be very straightforward with you now. I know you're hiding something from me, and I can only deduce that your sudden outing today has something to do with it. I want you to tell me what's going on." I demanded.
"Don't I have the right to go out, Kael? Do you think I'm crazy or something, that I need to be imprisoned in this house?"
"Then, if you're not hiding anything from me, tell me, where have you been until now? I know you left hours ago already."
"I was visiting a friend, that's it," it was quite clear that she was lying to me.
"I see that you're really not going to tell me what you're hiding," I realized. "But I will find out anyway."
After leaving Mary in the hallway, I quickly went upstairs, feeling a mix of frustration and guilt. The feeling of leaving Sarah behind, when in reality the cause wasn't as important as I initially thought, haunted me. Everything I had done in an attempt to help my mother regain her peace of mind seemed to have been in vain or even unnecessary.
I started to think that perhaps if my mother had approached Rachel for the conversation they so desperately needed, they might have been able to understand each other, just as they did when I brought them together. The revenge against Rachel for my mother's suffering had blinded me to other possibilities, involving Sarah in something she shouldn't have been.
The feeling of having gone too far on this matter had haunted me since I introduced Rachel to my mother, and they didn't seem to have any conflicts. It was strange, but so far, the investigators hadn't been able to answer my questions, even after more than a month of investigating everything related to my mother and the Mitchell family.
I felt that Rachel and my mother were keeping some secret, something that drove my mother into depression, and it wasn't just the separation from Patrick. This only made sense now, considering the situation. Even with Patrick's death, she didn't seem as shaken, especially in her depressive state. And she always called out Rachel's name during her worst crises. I concluded that the person responsible for all of this could only be her.
However, it was no longer useful to dwell on this issue without knowing what truly happened between my mother and Sarah's sister. It was necessary to uncover the truth to move forward. At that moment, I realized that discovering the truth about my mother and Rachel might require a trip to Europe for further clarification. I felt the need to confront that manipulator who had plunged my mother into a deep state of depression for so long.
I made my way to the mansion's office with the determination to once again examine all the investigator's reports and analyze the information meticulously. However, I came across some images that completely destabilized me. In the photos, Sarah was standing next to a man, dancing, posing for pictures, and even smiling as they entered an office building somewhere in London. Looking at the clothes Sarah was wearing in the pictures, I deduced she was on her way to work.
After studying the image for a few moments, I immediately realized that the man was Enrico Bianchi, a Formula One driver. However, there were also pictures of Sarah and Rachel next to another driver, Lorenzo Fiori. Even considering the similarities between the two sisters, I could easily identify Sarah, although she looked a bit different in the photos. The way Fiori looked at her in the images left me both furious and confused.
The happiness on Sarah's face in the photos was evident. There she was, rebuilding her life without me, alongside other people. This realization caused a profound inner turmoil. Discovering the images of Sarah with that man ignited intense anger within me as well. The closeness between them in the photograph exceeded any control I could have at that moment.
Despite the anger I felt towards Ryan for not updating me on everything that was happening, I decided to invite him to the mansion. I needed to extract information from him, even if it meant firing him. My plan was to consider rehiring him after my rage subsided.
In the meantime, I sought more information. I found out that Rachel was in a relationship with Fiori and, surprisingly, was on a trip to Italy with him. On the other hand, Sarah was in London, working for the Nessyscar team, an imminent competitor to the team I was about to finalize a deal with. And by a curious coincidence, Fiori was also a driver for the same team.
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