Chapter Eight: The Scandal
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Elena felt the words which her father told her.
It was as if the world was against her.
She left his office frustrated and angry.
Gabriel took a deep sigh and bowed his head facing the table.
Back at Morgan's home.
Morgan came down from his car as he went inside to meet Natasha, who was still crying.
He hugged her.
"Don't cry now, sit down, let us discuss."
"Have you seen the man that killed my parents?" Natasha asked with tears in her eyes, as she sobbed.
"No, I am still investigating that."
"Then I will stop crying when the murderer is still outside."
"Because you have to."
Morgan looked to his side and saw that she hadn't eaten anything since yesterday night; her food was still in the dining room.
"Have you eaten?"
"No, I can't eat."
"Why?"
"I don't have the appetite."
"If you don't eat, how are you going to fight and win the case?"
"Hunger will give me strength."
"No, hunger will weaken you, and you are going to be weak.”
Natasha used her eyes to dry her tears as she sneezed.
Morgan began to look at her face; was she really the one, or was it a mix-up?
What about your uncle? Are you still communicating with him?
Natasha paused for a moment. Why did he suddenly change the topic and mention his uncle, when she knew that he did not like his uncle?
What about my uncle? Was he the murderer of my parents? Was it him who hired the assassin to kill me?
No, he was not the one.
Then what happened to him? Did he die? Did they also kill him?
Calm down, please. Take a deep breath.
Natasha slowed down and looked at him.
What happened?
I checked your uncle's records in the hospital, and I realized…
Realized what? Natasha asked very curious, as she stopped him from completing his statement.
Did you want to let me talk, or should I just stop?
Please continue. I want to know about it.
Okay, so don't rush me.
Okay.
Natasha's hands were vibrating as she was eager to hear the information.
'Your uncle and you have different surnames.
Is that what you want to tell me?
Yes.
Oh, okay.
How did you know he is your uncle, and where did he pick you up from after the accident?
I told you my parents were killed; it's not an accident.
I know, so please just answer my question.
I should ask, and what accident, when you know they were murdered?
Please just answer, okay?
Okay.
She looked up at the ceiling, trying to remember what really happened as she bit her fingernails.
That night, I didn't really remember, but there was a boom, and I was knocked off. When I woke up, I saw myself in his home. When I asked him where my parents were, he said they had traveled, and he is my uncle, so he is going to be taking care of me. After some years, when the disturbance was much, he finally told me that they had died in a ghastly accident.
She began to cry as tears rolled down her eyes.
I am really sorry about that.
Why are you then bringing up my past? Why? Have you found the murderer?
'Not yet, but I am sure we will find him.
He hugged her, as his eyes turned red with pain.
Don't worry, everything will be okay.
Everything will never be okay if the person is still out there breathing.
Morgan sympathized with her as he held her hands and took her to the dining, sat her down.
Now eat your food so you can recover and find out who actually killed your parents because with this, your actual strength, you can't beat the person.
Morgan helped her to open the cover of the plate, took the spoon, and fed her.
At first, she refused, complaining it was too hot, but he petted her and she began to eat it.
Please eat your food so you can be able to catch the murderer.
If I catch the murderer, I will kill him, she said, demonstrating what she would do.
Then eat and be healthy like me.
Morgan's phone rang.
He picked it up and answered the call.
Hello, sir.
Who is this?
Sir, the dead body that is with your girl, you didn't say anything about it, and you didn't investigate.
'That is very true, I had almost forgotten. Where are you?
I am in the spot right now with the dead body.
I am coming right away.
He hung up the call.
What happened again?
I am coming, be strong and eat your food.
That is not an issue, but where are you going?
Don't worry, it's just a minor task.
I hope it's not the building I was kidnapped from that you are going to.
Natasha asked very seriously.
No.
Morgan, who noticed her mood, quickly denied where he was going.
Okay, come back safely.
Morgan drove his car at full speed as he reached the uncompleted building.
With some officers warning him about his speed, he was driving at that particular time.
Stop there, one of the night watch said.
He stopped his car as he parked it by the side of the road.
Looking at the officers, who were somehow dizzy.
Why are you riding so rough, man?
I am in a hurry, sorry about that, officer.
You need to be careful, take caution not to hit anyone on your way.
That is not a big problem, officer.
One of the officers shined his torchlight on the face of Morgan.
Knowing fully well who he is, he gave him respect and let him continue his journey.
Morgan continued, first in a slow motion. After he passed where the officers were, he used speed to continue his journey.
Reaching there, he came down as he hurriedly entered the building.
The building was filled with darkness, as the bat chips can be heard all around the building.
He stopped at the entrance of the building breathing heavily as he brought out his phone.
He put on his torchlight as he shined it to lead him.
He opened the door and saw the dead man; he covered his nose with his cloth from the smell.
He bent down and looked at the man’s face.
Immediately, the door was opened with full force as plenty of torchlight flashed through his eyes.
Mr. Morgan Morris, you are under arrest for the murder case.’
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