The day went by so fast.
Today was the day Walter Riley would meet Scarlett's father.
Since morning Scarlett has been at her house. As for Xander, he will come with his grandfather in the afternoon.
Scarlett had plenty of time before Xander and Grandpa arrived. She looked through her mother's belongings and some of her childhood items in her bedroom.
After learning the identity of her mysterious mother, Scarlett is eager to know more about her mother. However, knowing that someone was watching her from the darkness, she refrained from using her abilities to seek information about her mother.
She would put this matter aside for now. At least until she found a solution that wouldn't put herself and her family in this country at risk.
Scarlett sat on the bed. Then she calmly opened the box her father had given her. She did not have the opportunity to thoroughly examine the box's contents when she received it; only now did she have time and courage.
For some reason, seeing the box's contents made her heart beat faster when she saw a Polaroid picture of her mother. Her hands were shaking when she took that picture. She felt like her mother was in the room with her.
Scarlett couldn't believe that, after so many years, she could finally see her mother again. The photo in her hand was the only remaining photograph of her mother.
She does not have a photo of her mother. All this time, she thought Lauren had destroyed all traces of her mother from this house, including her pictures. But she was wrong. Lauren didn't do it, but her biological mother did. As if her mother didn't want to leave her trace for her daughter to find.
Why did she do that!? This is the greatest mystery that Scarlett wants to unfold!
She stared at the photo of her mother, satisfying her longing. But after a while, a bitter smile slowly left her lips. She realized how different they were; her mother had straight dark-brown hair, and the color of her eyes was similar to that of most Astingtonians.
However, on closer look, there was a little resemblance in their facial structures and pale skin. But, it's hard to see what else if looking at it through old photos.
Lots of questions now haunt her mind. She wanted to know, who does she actually look like? Her biological father?
"Mom, how could you leave me like this?" Her voice was shaking, and her eyes were starting to get blurry. She couldn't hold back her tears, slowly rolling down her cheeks.
pαndα`noνɐ1--сoМ "W-Why did you destroy all your photos!? Mom, you know I'm starting to forget your face. If Dad didn't give me this photo, maybe I would forget your face!" She wiped her tears while blowing her nose.
"Do you hate me so much that you leave me without any memories for me?" For a moment, Scarlett poured out all the resentment in her heart on the photo in her hands.
Scarlett wasn't lying about almost forgetting her mother's face because when she saw the photo, she bore no resemblance to her mother's face. Not much, anyway. So, her voice was the only thing she remembered in joint with her mother.
And, if it wasn't Lana who said so, Scarlett wouldn't know or believe it. Because she completely forgot her mother's voice. All that remains of Scarlett's memory of her mother is about her mother always taking little Scarlett to the beach. And also never missed visiting the park on the weekends.
"Mom, who are you exactly? Why do you look like you want to hide from someone? Does someone want to hurt you?" Scarlett muttered as she put down the photo and took out her mother's death certificate. She read her mother's name, "Mikayla Davies."
After pondering for a moment, suddenly, something crossed her mind. A thin smile appeared at the corner of her lips while she got up from the bed and grabbed her cell phone.
"This is the only way I can do now without telling my enemies I'm hiding in this country!" She said while dialing a number.
Waiting for the call to connect, Scarlett walked to the corner and stood by the window, looking out at the backyard.
After a while, the phone was finally picked up.
"Scarlett, don't force me. I won't come!! I can't bear to see your husband's face..." Rex's irritated voice was heard from the other end, startling Scarlett.
She let out a long sigh. After hearing Rex stop speaking, she said, "I didn't call you because of that!"
"Really? What's wrong?" Rex's annoyed tone disappeared instantly, replaced by a worried tone.
"Did you bring Ten to this island? I want him to investigate someone..." Scarlett took another deep breath before continuing, "This is about my mother. Brother, there's something strange about my mother's identity and death!"
"Damn!! Are you drunk? How can you also doubt your mother's identity?" Rex was speechless.
Yesterday, this girl had told him about Jonathan Piers, who was not her birth father. And, now, she started to doubt her mother's identity too!
"Can you listen before interrupting me? Gosh!!" She had only been talking for a while but was starting to feel tired of talking to him.
Scarlett felt astonished because these last few days, Rex's emotions have always been unstable, like a woman experiencing premenstrual syndrome.
"Sorry!" He was surprised to hear her frustrated tone. "Alright, now tell me why you doubt her identity..." He continued massaging his head, which was fine before, but now he felt hurt.
Meanwhile, Nine, who was in front of Rex, frowned at how strange Rex's expression was now. He wanted to say something but held himself back after seeing Rex getting serious again.
Scarlett continued, "After my dad told me about my mom and their relationship, I remembered many strange things that happened when I was little..."
She told him everything about her doubts regarding her mother's identity and how she died.
