Chapter 1547:
Zaria’s face turned slightly pale.
Her grandmother’s intense reaction to Carola being mentioned only confirmed her suspicions.
Turning to Nalani, Zaria asked directly, “What exactly happened between Carola and my father? Why is he so affected every time she’s mentioned?”
Upon hearing Zaria’s pointed question, Nalani’s eyebrows drew together in a tight line of irritation. After allowing the silence to stretch for a while, she finally responded with measured deliberation, “Zaria, this matter exists far beyond your understanding, so I’m asking you to stop pursuing it entirely. Remember this above all else—never mention Carola’s name in your father’s presence again!”
Zaria felt frustration and resignation warring within her chest like battling storms. “Why does everyone refuse to tell me about this? That man is my father! Don’t I have the fundamental right to understand what shadows his past?”
Nalani’s voice transformed into something sharp and unyielding. “Certain truths are meant to remain secrets.”
“But—” Zaria prepared to launch another protest, but Nalani’s raised hand cut through her words like a blade. “That’s quite enough, Zaria. Cease this line of questioning immediately. Simply remember the warning I’ve given you.”
She rose from the plush sofa with decisive finality. “I must get to the hospital now.”
With that, she turned and strode from the room.
In the span of a single heartbeat, the expansive living room had been reduced to Zaria’s solitary presence.
She remained motionless on the sofa, her gaze directed downward, her swirling thoughts impossible to decipher.
Her mind circled endlessly around the mystery of Elwood and Carola.
Elwood’s reaction earlier that day had confirmed her suspicions—something monumentally significant had happened between Carola and him before.
Yet, Elwood’s memory loss had swept away every trace of Carola from his consciousness, leaving behind only blank spaces where profound emotions had once lived.
Zaria found herself wrestling with a chilling possibility…
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Had that devastating accident which stole Elwood’s memories truly been a twist of cruel fate, or had someone orchestrated it with calculating precision?
Or, could she trust that the amnesia itself had genuinely resulted from physical trauma?
Had Tasha played a role in this matter, or perhaps even Tamara herself had pulled the strings from the shadows?
Zaria remembered with crystal clarity how Tamara had reacted when Belinda had suggested Elwood undergo comprehensive neurological testing at the hospital; she had rejected the idea with almost frantic haste.
That response had struck her as deeply suspicious; Tamara had seemed like a person desperately guarding some secrets.
The puzzle pieces scattered before her refused to form a coherent picture.
She made an unshakeable vow to herself—the truth would be dragged into the light, regardless of what forces stood against her!
