Chapter 122: SYMPATHY
Shamim takes a drop breath and goes through some files on his desk. He doesn't have anything to do at the moment, he had just completed a very hectic project a week ago. For once, he had thought of resigning from his job because of that project. The pressure on him was just too much, everything was assigned to him and if anything goes wrong, he will have to take full responsibility.
But thankfully, everything worked out well and their objectives were achieved as soon as the project was completed. He let go of the files and rests his back on his chair. His eyes goes straight to the port folio, he remembers he had brought a diary to the office.
"Should I start reading this now since I have nothing to do ? Or should I go after Juvenal and try to pacify her?" He asks himself. Neither him nor his instincts wanted him to go after the angry lady, they both wanted him to read the diary. What's the worst that can actually happen?
He picks up his port folio and opens it then takes out the gift box. "Why will the diary be in gift box? Ella I know you are so mischievous but I have never seen you keeping something like this. You even put a diary in a gift box and keep it under your bed? Is it that daring?" He asks no one in particular murmuring beneath his breath. Shamim gently drops his portfolio on his desk and takes a very good look round the gift box with the hope of getting an inkling on what is going to be written in the diary. Unfortunately, there was nothing in it. It was a plain gift cover.
The entire scene was seeming like an adventure, he is dying to see what is in there but at the same time very scared to check it. What if he sees something that really breaks him and affects the relationship with his entire family. Shamim takes a deep breath again and opens the gift box carefully placing it on his desk. The black covered diary is smiling so bright at him. "Now let's see what you got." He murmurs and opens the diary.
The first page of the diary had the summary of what Alex had written years ago concerning how her father had duped his friend and how fate has connected them back. "What is this?" Shamim asks himself not able to fathom what the diary is saying. "This is not Ella's handwriting, I am sure of it." He whispers and opens to the next page. The first sentence is 'My name is Ella smith.' Shamim swallows the spit that he felt is stuck in his throat. "Why do I fell so nervous?" He asks himself.
He takes a few deep breaths to calm his nerves and continues reading. Uncontrollably, his hands begin to shake. The summary of Ella's life story, her parents and grandparents were killed the same day. Shamim quickly takes his eyes off the diary. "So, Mom isn't the one who gave birth to Ella after all." He whispers and continues reading, he read until the very end without an hesitation or being distracted by anything.
Shamim immediately feels nauseous after reading the diary. He hopes and wishes time can be taken back and he can choose not to read the diary again. Ella is the source of his family's unexplainable wealth, she even funded his step mom's political movement. "This is so unbelievable." He whispers. Of all people, only Abdullah is aware of her real identity.
He picks up his phone and checks on google 'Who is Ella Smith?' It is an old article so it took a while before he could finally get the answer he needs. A picture of Ella, smiling so bright and happy with her parents finally pops up and with the title. 'Ella Smith is missing.'
Something dropped on his phone, he wouldn't want to admit that it was actually his own tears. Before he knew it, they started flowing down his cheeks effortlessly. He was supposed to be mad at everyone for lying to him for that long. But instead, he cries because he feels a lot of pain and sympathy for his sister. "How did she manage to survive?" He asks himself as he wipes his tears off in order not to attract anyone. "She was so lonely, just how much pain did she have to carry everywhere in her heart?"
He closes the diary and calmly puts it back in the gift box. He rests his palm on it and his mind goes back to the day she regained her voice after being mute for weeks. That day, Shamim had pushed her to fall by mistake and she exclaims in pains, no one has ever thought that she would regain her voice that fast and like that.
They have been together as a family for ten years, and she has been acting like nothing is wrong and she is totally fine. Whereas, she is barely surviving. "Ella is the strongest i have ever known in my entire life. Even I can't survive." He says to himself.
"Why are you talking to yourself?" Someone asks.
Shamim looks up to see who it is. Naturally, he should be able to tell with the voice, but the current mood did not permit that. He looks up and it happens to be the angry lady form earlier. "Hi Juvenal." He says in a very low tone.
"Why do you sound this down?" She asks and sits. "Is everything okay with you?"
"Of course, I am." He nods and gives a fake smile.
Juvenal shakes her head in disagreement. "I know you Shamim, you are not fine. It is written all over you that you aren't fine."
"Seriously, I am good. I am just a little bit stressed out."
"Stressed out? You haven't even done anything today and you are stressed out already." She frowns. "Will you tell me what is wrong or not?"
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