Chapter 95: REASONS
Vivian sits on a single sitter couch, looking at the drawing hung on the wall in the hotel room with her lifeless eyes and very pale face. Andrew walks out from the bathroom and notices his partner's attention is fixed on the drawing. He sits at the edge of the bed, opposite her and looks at the drawing with her.
"The drawing looks beautiful isn't it?" Andrew asks.
"Yes." Vivian replies not looking at him. "I really love this drawing."
"Why do you love it so much? You have been staring at it since we came here."
"I like it because of the deeper meanings it holds." Vivian smiles. "I can see a lot of things in this picture."
"Really?" Andrew asks and looks closer at the drawing trying to see if he can find or see something too, but he can't. "What do you see? Cause I can't see anything else other than the both of them holding hands."
Vivian smiles and says. "Tell me all you can see Andrew?"
"I can see a male and female but with the way they are dressed, I think they are an emperor and empress."
"What else?" Vivian asks again.
Andrew frowns and looks carefully again before talking. "They are holding swords and holding hands."
"What else?" Vivian asks again.
Andrew looks at his partner very confused, what more is there to see? "I see nothing else Vivian, tell me what you can see."
Vivian looks at him and smiles. "An emperor and empress holding hands and holding swords in the other hand. It means, the both of them are just normal people who fell in love and rule their own world. Holding hands means they support each other and always protect and stand up for each other, they see themselves as one. The sword in their hands means they fight and conquer so many battles together."
Andrew's mouth goes agape, he looks at the drawing again, and realizes that the drawing actually has deeper meanings. "How come I never thought of that?"
"It's because you only see things before you, you don't see farther." Vivian teases.
"Is that an insult?" Andrew looks at his girlfriend looking almost offended.
Vivian laughs for a while and stops. "Jokes apart, it isn't an easy job to interpret drawings and paintings. That is the only thing I learnt from the late Mr Peter Smith. He did a great job teaching me that."
"You learnt that from Mr Peter?" Andrew asks feeling bad.
"Yes." She nods. "He is a good painter too."
"Wow, he is talented. Being a very good and intelligent doctor and surgeon isn't enough. He is a good painter too."
"You can say that again." Vivian smiles. "He was a good man, husband and father."
Andrew can sense that her mood is already changing. So he tries to brighten up her mood. "Since we are on the topic, will you tell me how you met the Smith?"
"I got in contact with the Smith through Mrs Alex."
"Really?" He asks.
"Yes." Vivian nods. "I was coming back from school, looking so frustrated and depressed, and had little bruises on my body."
"Why do you have bruise on your body?"
"Back then, I was a victim of bully. My classmates always insult and beat me, and I dare not complain or report or even ask for help, because I was so powerless."
"Powerless? How is that?" Andrew asks again.
"The school was a very expensive one, my parents are so poor to afford it, but I managed to go there on scholarship." Vivian sighs. "The fact that I am so poor was the tool they used to bully me as they wish day and night."
"I am so sorry about that." Andrew whispers.
"After school one day, I was walking home and I had come to a conclusion of taking my own life."
"What? Take your own life? Was it that serious?"
Vivian smiles bitterly and says. "You never know how difficult it is to be a victim of bully until you experience it yourself. But God so good, Alex managed to notice me and came to my rescue."
"I see why you love her so much." He sighs. "I am sorry for taking your savior's life."
"It's fine, we should try and forget the ugly past and move forward." Vivian says with a smile. "But there is something I will like to know."
"What is that." Andrew asks with interest.
"I will be so glad if you can tell me the truth."
"Mention anything my love, anything I will tell you what you want to know."
"Alright." Vivian nods. "Why did you become an hired assassin?"
Andrew bows his head slowly in pain, he never expects her to asks such a question from him.
"It's fine if you don't want to talk about it." Vivian says trying to make him feel better.
"No, I would." He raise his head. "I was born into one of the poorest and toughest families in this world."
"Really?" Vivian asks with interest.
"Yes." Andrew nods. "But the most annoying part was my parents still kept on making babies despite the fact that me and my siblings find it very difficult to eat. We lived in the slumps in a wooden house."
"I can imagine how frustrating it would have been." Vivian adds.
"It was just so bad, so I left home at age nine."
"You left home?" Vivian asks loudly.
"Yes, I was just so tired about the life I was living, it was tiring. The only choice and option was from me to leave home. That was how I mingled with some dangerous guys and started following them, cleaning and doing the chores for them." He sighs. "At least, they gave me food to eat, cloth me and enrolled me in a school. I changed a lot then, because I felt like I was living a good life."
"Did you go back home?"
"No I never did that. Instead, I learnt how to kill people for money from the dangerous people I mingled with." Andrew exhales deeply. "That was how it went."
"You promised to leave that job for me, didn't you?" Vivian asks.
"Yes, I promise." Andrew says and hugs Vivian.
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