New Life : A Second Chance

Kyle was only allowed an hour to be with his kids, and he spent the entire hour just talking to them. It may have been his imagination, but it looked like they were listening. Their heads were turned towards him, as if they knew that he was their father.

When it was time for him to go, he touched the incubator and promised them that he'll be back when he was allowed to.

After he left, the twins appeared slightly agitated, as their tiny feet kicked out and hands moved a bit. They only settled down when their hands touched and their heads naturally turned towards each other.

When he got back to his room, he looked at everyone and announced, "I'm registering my marriage to Sayuri now."

No one objected.

The Smith power and Sam's efficiency was truly a scary thing. The forms were filled in, signed (in Sayuri's case, thumbprint) and validated within a few hours. Once done, he kissed her on the lips.

"I'll give you a proper wedding once you wake up, okay Sayuri?" Kyle promised, "So please. Wake up soon."

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The days passed by like a blur to Kyle.

Junior and Dian went to stay with Patrick and Delilah, and they would come to visit Sayuri everyday. Kyle would make sure that he paid attention to Junior at that time, for he didn't want him to feel left out or abandoned.

Kay held the fort at the company, though it didn't mean that Kyle wasn't leaving it all to her. He would work from the hospital room, having meetings via Skype and Sam bringing in to him matters that he had to pay attention to.

Sam would also bring him a change of clothes everyday, and Kyle would eat the hospital food provided for patients. 

In short, he lived and worked in the VVIP hospital room.

He divided his time for Sayuri, his kids, and work. 

He learned from the nurses how to give Sayuri a sponge bathe and care for her, so he would do these instead of them. They would monitor the situation, of course, since Sayuri was still a patient. 

He would talk to Sayuri all the time, always telling her that he loved her and ask her to wake up. That she could punish him for being so dense.

He would visit his kids three times a day: morning, afternoon, and nighttime. Each time, he would tell them all about their mother, and how she was recovering physically. He talked about their hopes and dreams for them, about how much they were looking forward to holding them.

As for Sarah?

Her fate was still undecided.

Or, to be accurate, Kyle already knew what he wanted to do, but not now. She could wait.

The police had actually come over the very next day of Sayuri's accident. After much digging and questioning, they found that Sayuri's accident had not been an accident at all. 

Though Sarah had been rather meticulous in her actions, she had missed the cameras in the staircase. 

Those had been hidden, thus naturally, she wasn't aware of them. She had also been so happy at Sayuri falling down that her face was perfectly captured in the camera when she had laughed.

The police went on a manhunt for Sarah. Her parents were naturally contacted, and they were shocked beyond belief at what their daughter had done. No matter how much they wanted to deny it, the truth of the matter slapped them in their faces. 

The newspapers had a field day, netizens were appalled, and those who knew Sarah felt chills. Especially her former colleagues at Smith Industries HQ. They never knew such a nice person, who may have been slightly delusional about their CEO, could be that vicious.

Kyle put up a reward for anyone who could give information about Sarah's whereabouts, and though hundreds of people gave information, none of it panned out. 

Of course it wouldn't, since she was locked up in MIB's very special dungeon, reserved for the only 'best' guest of theirs.

"Please, why are you doing this? Let me out! Let me out!!"

Kyle's Team listened to that voice that did not seem to run out of steam at all since she was captured. The room she was locked up in had a bed (which was made out of cement) with a toilet bowl, a faucet, and sink right next to it. The pillow and blanket were stuck to the bed. 

There weren't any windows and only one small lightbulb right in the middle that gave the room some light but not enough to really see anything in clear detail.

Sarah felt like she was going to go crazy. 

She had been at the height of happiness, only to be kidnapped and brought here. Yet, from the start until now, she had not seen a single person. She didn't even manage to catch a glimpse of the person who had taken her.

No one talked to her.

No one came to see her. 

They just ... left her here.

Food was given to her once a day and it was just enough to sustain her. On the first day, however, she did not know that they would only feed her once and she had starved the whole day. Now, she knew better and would ration her food.

The uncertainty, the loneliness, the fear … all ate up at her.

The worst thing was, she was chained to her bed. The length of the chain was just long enough for her to reach the tray of food that was pushed in every day. It was frustrating how they could do it so accurately, too.

Sarah had no idea how much time had passed, but she never gave up hope. Each time the food was delivered, she would call out to them. Shout at them. Hoping to get a response.

She never got one.