chapter 25

Eliza's POV

His mom is a good warrior. I couldn't even see her for the last time. Davis the devil, let's meet in hell. I clenched my fists while thinking about that hospital staffs who injected drug in her. What kind of drug is that? No surprise my former parents were careless of me.I don't know what to call them.I was leaning on the couch, staring to the floor. Claire approached me and took my hand. "Now about you" he said. I took a deep breath and nodded. He sat beside me after taking the same photo he showed me before. I sighed "I don't wanna know about her, Claire" i said, referring to my said so mom."If you want to know about you, this is where the story starts. I am not directly aware of this story. My mom told me. " he said and looked at me. There is a lot of things i should think about. Why is this my home? Am i that rich. I immediately remembered about the message but i don't need to tell him.I looked at him. "Say then" i said. "This is your mom. My dad Lores is the her cousin.My dad is an orphan. He was adopted by them" he said and pointed at my grandparent's photo. "My Father's parents died in an accident when he was 3.My grandfather was a worker here. Just a garden. Those white roses was his favorite " he said. Why is he talking about his father now? I smiled Lily inherited from her grandfather. "Because of they were largehearted they took care of my father. Sister Elizabeth rose was their elder sister and your mom is the youngest. After 2 years, when my father was 5 your mom born. Elza rose." He continued. I chuckled "They were large minded?" I asked "... Then how did their grand daughter ended up in an orphanage then a toxic family?" I asked. "You're right. They weren't large minded when it was you. If you were here, i would have met you earlier " he is playing again. I rolled my eyes. "Your mom was like a daughter for my father. They played and he took care of her. Sister Elizabeth rose wanted to be in church she was sent there when she was 23.My dad was 12 and your mom was 7 at that time." He started again . I listened carefully. "Your mom was.... raped when she was 15" he said and i froze for a moment then looked at him.My eyes filled with tears but i held them "She became pregnant with you. When your grandparents get to know that, they asked her for an abortion. She insisted. She loved you. She wanted to have you.Your grandparents weren't ready to lose their social status. They kept it as a secret. After you were born, they decided to kill you but sister Elizabeth rose and my father insisted. They took you to a orphanage. I was only 1 year old then. My dad said you can't be a orphan so he named you Eliza Lores.But your actual name is Eliza Rose Reynolds. Reynolds is the name of your grandfather. Your mom was informed you died by birth. She became heart broken and now is living in new york.My father's last wish was to let you know the truth that's why he told me this story. Before your grandfather's last day he told the truth about you to aunt Elza and she rushed to see you to the orphanage but you were already gone" he explained. I can't speak. I am mute now.I took my phone and immediately looked at that message i got today morning.I don't want contact with anyone. I don't want to see her. Let her choose the sake waiting for her. I won't interrupt her happy life. "Thankyou Claire " i said. He smiled and nodded.I put my phone back to my pocket. "I explained everything now it's your turn" he said. I frowned "Huh?"."Don't you wanna explore your home?" He asked and i shook my head. "Let's go back" i said. "Wait, i will call Aunt Elza. She will be happy to see you" he said. No. I don't want it. I am not ready to face her. He took his phone and started searching her number. I immediately took his phone and said "No let's go back". His eyes widened in shock and filled with a understanding glance. I gave his phone back."Let's go, please" i pleaded. "Hey!are you crying?" He asked with a sense of worry. I quickly wiped my tears. Why is it uncontrollable nowadays? "No, i am not" i said luckily they didn't escape my eyes."Then come let's go" he said and started walking. I followed him. It was already 4 pm. We reached near his car. I opened the door of his car's backseat. "Eliza, why are you sitting there?" He asked. "Nothing, i am more comfortable here" i said and stepped in. He stepped in too and turned to look at me. He kept glancing at me through the mirror to check if i am okay. I am excellent in acting.The journey was silent so he played a music that made me drift to sleep.