Meanwhile, at the Davis estate, the atmosphere had improved. With Old Man Allen already visiting the hospital to see the twins, his spirit had become more stable.
His schedule now ran in a steady rhythm...home to the hospital, hospital back to home as though the twins were the new anchor keeping him rational.
Old Man Elliot had taken over the duty of monitoring the secret cameras installed in Sylas Louis’ home.
To him, it was as though life had handed him a new reason, a purpose to live with more energy, practically giving him the chance to prove his skills acquired over the years. .
But perhaps it was also his fault that Sylas’ condition worsened by the day. Instead of only haunting him in the night hours, Elliot had made it a habit to flip his peace even in moments when Sylas looked calm.
On this particular day, however, Elliot was tied up with other pressing matters.
In the study, Davis had just shut down his laptop when a soft knock landed on the door. He waited for it to open expecting Ethan’s usual brisk entry but no one came in.
"Come in," he called.
The door creaked open, and Elder Allen stepped inside.
"Grandpa," Davis greeted with a respectful nod.
Elder Allen acknowledged him with a brief nod and walked over to the couch. He lowered himself slowly, a small, beautifully crafted box in his hand.
Davis’ brow furrowed as his eyes locked onto it. The sight stirred an uneasiness in him. He leaned back into his chair, waiting.
Elder Allen caressed the box gently, a mix of emotion dancing in his eyes. "Davis," he said softly, his voice weighted with meaning. "So many people have paid the price for this. You must protect it well."
A bitter smile tugged at his lips as he continued. "It seems she anticipated she wouldn’t be returning anytime soon. The night before her accident, she gave me the second pair of the keys, a proof of her identity asking me to hand it over to you once you returned."
"The blueprint?" Davis asked, a storm of emotions surging in his chest.
Elder Allen nodded and, after a deep breath, extended the box towards him. After the death of Alex, Monica and Nora, he never thought this time would come.
Davis reached out with steady hands and accepted the safe.
"I understand," he muttered.
The old man gave a satisfied nod and rose to his feet, ready to leave. But Davis stopped him mid-step.
"Grandpa... What was the name of the husband and wife who died during the experiment testing?"
Elder Allen’s movements slowed. His breath grew heavy. His shoulders stiffened as memories weighed down on him.
Over the years, he had carried quiet guilt for that family, though once the welfare compensation was paid, he had lost track of them. Rumor had it they relocated from Country Y.
"Steve and Melissa Norman," he finally said, his voice heavy.
Davis’ hand froze in mid-motion. The name struck like lightening within him, a bell that refused to stop ringing and its familiarity was overwhelming . 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖
Elder Allen caught the change in his expression, paused, then returned to the study.
"Do you know the name?" he asked carefully.
"It’s just... familiar," Davis admitted, his brows knitted. "But I can’t place it yet."
"Alright. Let me know if anything comes to mind," Elder Allen said, before exiting quietly and shutting the door behind him with a click.
Alone again, Davis sat back at the table, his fingers tapping rhythmically against the polished surface as his thoughts deepened.
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