From the start, until the end, Sarah had not met a single soul.

Her IV bag and drainage bag were changed while she was asleep.

Her mind would have snapped long ago if it wasn't for the fact that sometimes, she could hear Kyle's voice. She couldn't hear what he was saying, but it was enough.

Enough that his voice was there, chasing away the darkness.

It gave her hope.

Hope to withstand this Hell that she was in.

She was convinced that Kyle would come and save her.

After all, why wouldn't he?

He was such an upright person.

Once he knew that she had disappeared, he would surely move Heaven and Earth to find her. He was powerful and rich, so this thing was a small matter.

Now that Sayuri and the twins were dead, he could only find solace in rescuing her. She will fill the void in his heart and give him the children he deserved.

They would live happily ever after. Forever.

With that thought, she smiled, giving her a sense of peace and contentment that lasted for the night.

Before the despair of the situation hit her all over again the next day.

The cycle would continue in that manner.

Whenever it appeared like she was going to lose it, Kyle's voice was played. This would make sure that she remained sane.

They also ensured she was physically fit, and this was done by exercising her limbs while she was knocked out.

What Sarah didn't know was that her IV drip didn't just give her the necessary nutrients to survive, but it also had the drug that knocked her out.

The IV drip was a special one that had been created. It had two lines, upon which the moment the bag of nutrients was finished, the bag with the knock-out medication would be released. The process was seamless, so there was no danger of any air bubble being created and entering into the bloodstream.

Sarah was being 'preserved' to be in the optimum condition.

Like fattening the pig before the slaughter.

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In the dead of the night, when everyone was asleep, the nurses on duty were making their ward rounds.

Nurse Hailey was wheeling the baby cot with twin babies out of the VVIP ward back into the nursery ward, smiling as she watched them seemingly having a conversation together.

Of course, she knew that was not possible. Still, it was a nice thing to imagine.

Their eyes were looking at each other while their mouth was moving, though there was hardly any sound. They looked excited, with their little hands moving and their little feet kicking.

Nurse Hailey found twins to be so fascinating as they seemed to be in their own little world, completely happy in the bubble that was theirs.

Unknown to Nurse Hailey, the babies really were having their own conversation.

Kyle's twins did not have mindspeech like he did with Kay, but they had their own unique method of talking with each other. The babies had long learned to communicate with each other by the way the lips and tongue moved.

They had their own language that only the two of them could understand. It had been simple language at first, but their vocabulary soon picked up. This was mainly due to the fact that Kyle had been the one talking to them consistently since they were born.

However, currently, not much could be expressed due to the lack of vocal cords. Their hearing wasn't loud enough to capture their bare whispers.

[It's so nice to have Mummy back] piped up Aurora happily [She was asleep for so long]

[It's Daddy's fault] grumbled Alex.

[How is it Daddy's fault?]

[Did Mummy get hurt?] Alex asked.

[Yes]

[Was Daddy hurt?]

[No]

[So it is Daddy's fault]

[You're not being fair] complained Aurora [Daddy was always there for us. He talked to us all the time.]

[Guilt] dismissed Alex [It's the least he could do]

[He doesn't treat us like babies]

[We are babies]

[Yeah but does not use those stupid baby talk. With all the koochi koo and widdle widdle cutie pie] complained Aurora.

[Okay, I'll give him that] agreed Alex begrudgingly.

[And Daddy's voice is so nice]

Alex stopped talking to his sister then. If he could, he would have rolled his eyes already. She was getting to be such a Daddy's girl that it was useless to talk to her.

Luckily, he was the rational one.

He wasn't going to be captivated by that handsome face. Or mesmerizing voice. Or the way he felt loved whenever his father carried him.

Nope.

His father had a lot to make up for.

Somehow, he could remember some things just before they were born.

It had been that loud knocks that jolted his consciousness awake. He was jarred consistently, yet somehow, it felt like it had been softened. He instinctively knew that his mother must have done something.

Then, more hard knocks.

Being the one in front, he had borne the brunt of it. Luckily, he was the bigger one so the warm home he was in cushioned most of that until it finally broke. Or whatever it was that covered them.

It was only then that the hits stopped.

It was getting tight and uncomfortable. Their warm home was becoming scary. The next thing he knew, it was bright.

Everything was scary. Where was Mummy?

Alex resented the fact that they had not met their mother until much later. Even though his father was around, it only made him angrier. Why was he okay but not his mother? Since Daddy is useless, only he could protect Mummy.

Little did Kyle know, his own son had already looked down on him. Many years in the future, Patrick would be laughing loudly from the sidelines whenever he saw his grandson bickering with his father.

Karma at its best, he thought.