Alan still had his breath hitched as he could barely put out a speech. He wished that he could at least speak up for himself but he couldn't. It must have been a terrible kind of poison that the waitress used, he thought.He wondered how long he truly had to remain in that condition. He turned his gaze to Della as if to give her a gesture of advice to take things easy on the waitress. The situation was very delicate but he knew that caution had to be taken.“Can you get my brother back from a coma? That’s all I want. Can you someone heal his pain and get him back to me in perfect health,” The waitress spoke with uncertain confidence, her voice trembling slightly as she tried to assert herself despite her fears.Della didn’t understand the whole picture but she knew that the waitress must have had a reason to think that Alan was responsible for the coma condition of her brother. She didn't need to enquire further because the waitress kept her eyes gazing intently, waiting for a sign o

He turned towards his Dad, Dexter Greyson who had noticed the anger that Alan was feeling but kept his face glued to the podium as if to avoid distraction.Alan whispered. “Dad, can you see this? Can you see what is going on? What even is the name of the MC? Isn't that Gilead or whatever they call him? How would he introduce Lawrence as Rose’s wife?”Dexter Greyson’s face was a mask of calmness as he placed a touch on Alan’s knee before leaning closer and whispering. “I understand what you are saying but remain calm for a while. Just watch and play along okay? Probably there was an error or something.”Alan whispered back angrily, his teeth bared. “What sort of mistake was that? In such an event where highly placed guests attend - is that where such a mistake is supposed to happen? This is absolute misrepresentation?”“Lawrence was never married to Rose because their papers were not approved at the registry. Even before she died, I discussed this with Rose and she expressed so much gr

Was he using Rose’s memorial to raise an impression among the people that it was some group of people who killed her when he very well knew that he put a bullet in her head? Was he trying to remove the suspicion from himself? That was even if there was a suspicion on him. He killed Rose right inside his own hotel suite and everyone who saw it were his closest employees. He would have made them swear an oath not to mention it to anyone and they wouldn't even dare to disclose such information.Alan’s contempt for Mr. Lawrence seethed beneath the surface, his face a mask of coldness as he listened in a devouring silence. His emotions were like a tightly coiled spring that could snap at any moment.Who exactly was he trying to lay the blame on them? Is that how he wanted to swindle the whole crowd?“We are all here crying today and with every tear that falls from our faces, we are soaked in more sadness but let us not remember that some people or perhaps someone was responsible for every

“Can you see what I have been trying to explain to you? How could it be Lawrence who would supervise the order of service?”The steward, who still didn't understand what exactly was going on said. “Sir, I believe that it is because Mr. Lawrence was the closest person to Rose. He was her husband and that was why he took the responsibility of—”The statement made Alan even burst into a growl of rage. “Incredible! How is it that the whole world has the wrong idea about this man.”The steward’s eyes darted with a frantic flicker of fear as he became more confused about what Alan was talking about.At that moment, Della came out of the hall to meet the commotion that was going on.“Hey, hey, Alan, I understand what is going on but we can prepare for this in another way,” Della spoke. “How else are we going to make sure that this insult doesn't continue? How else can we stop this?” Alan spoke, his voice tinged with frustration. “I don't understand how the same person who murdered—”Just a

Suddenly stones started flying like bullets, whizzing past Alan’s head and body as he desperately tried to protect himself from the onslaught.Alan gritted his teeth in anger because he had noticed that it was a plan by Mr. Lawrence all along. His speech was designed to draw away suspicion from himself and place it on Alan.But amidst the anger that was rippling inside of him, there was a serious headache he was feeling.The headache intensified so much that it was becoming much more than just an ordinary headache. The stones that had hit him so far didn't touch his head so there was no reason why he would be feeling as if his skull was closing in on itself.It was a strange feeling but it was kind of familiar.The pulsing pain pounded on his skull from within and his vision went blurry. Suddenly, he could hear the thoughts of everyone in the room.He kept dodging the stones that were thrown at him with his arm but no one else knew that he wasn't even feeling the pain from the stone t