Chapter 7 The shadows of suspicious

Mr Rogers Pov

After departing from the hospital, my attempts to coax the truth out of Jack regarding the mysterious identity of Rose proved futile. As I arrived home, a sense of unease enveloped me.

"I raised Jack with a firm, unwavering hand, and I doubt he could keep any secrets from me,"I mused aloud. "I used to scrutinize his every move while he was studying in London,"I added, deep in thought. "Could he have been concealing a hidden romance or some other secret?"I pondered aloud.

Suddenly, a voice broke through my contemplation from behind. It was my wife, Jack's mother. She calmly stated, "I highly doubt Jack had a secret girlfriend."

With a gentle sigh, she continued, "Jack has been in a coma for a full three weeks. Perhaps he encountered some benevolent ancestors who guided him back to us."Her words resonated with gratitude. "We should consider ourselves fortunate that he returned to us in time,"she remarked.

Although relieved, I couldn't shake the curiosity surrounding the enigmatic Rose. "But who is Rose?"I inquired again.

"Jack was not romantically involved with anyone, dear Rogers,"she reassured me.

"We must arrange the wedding once he is discharged,"she remarked."I must contact Mr. Bartholomew to inform him of the news,"I mentioned."No, my dear, pay him a visit tomorrow,"she advised.The following day, I proceeded to Mr. Bartholomew's residence to deliver the news of Jack regaining consciousness.Upon arriving at his house, I encountered a tense situation."What kind of agreement have you made with a friend that you are now demanding money?"he inquired."Dad, it's not an agreement but a business matter,"she clarified."I wish to be informed about this business,"he pressed."Dad, you cannot be privy to it, it's my personal affair,"she asserted."Darling, you have a guest,"his wife interjected."Mr. Rogers has arrived,"she added."Hello,"he greeted."Good day,"I responded."We need to talk,"I suggested."Let's adjourn to the bar,"he proposed.He led the way, and I followed closely behind.As we settled down, he gestured for me to take a seat."Ever since Jack fell into a coma, I've been distraught,"he confided."I pray for his swift recovery,"he continued.I intended to share the news but was preoccupied by the dispute between him and his daughter, seeking to uncover the truth."What seems to be troubling you?"I inquired."It was during the night, I felt a chill and decided to prepare tea in the kitchen when I overheard Benedict engaged in a telephone conversation,"he recounted."What was the nature of the conversation?"I probed."I couldn't discern all the details, but I heard phrases like 'return my money, it was not mine,'"he recounted."When you questioned her, what was her response?"I asked."She remained obstinate and refused to provide an explanation,"he lamented."I hope Jack awakens soon and they can proceed with their marriage,"he expressed.

"Children of today,"I remarked, observing the youthful energy that filled the room. "She is within my influence,"he asserted confidently, his words resonating with a sense of power and control. "Jack has returned,"I announced with a sense of anticipation, eager to share the exciting news. "He has awakened,"I exclaimed with joy, picturing the scene vividly in my mind.

He displayed immense joy, his face lighting up with a radiant smile as we raised our glasses in a toast to celebrate the momentous occasion. "I must notify them,"he stated with a sense of urgency, understanding the importance of spreading the news. "My dear,"he called out affectionately, his voice filled with warmth and care. "I am on my way,"she responded promptly, her eagerness palpable in her voice.

She drew nearer, her eyes shining with happiness and curiosity. "Jack has awakened,"he informed her, watching her reaction with bated breath. "I am overjoyed,"she expressed, her emotions bubbling over with excitement. "We must also inform her,"she suggested, thinking of sharing the joy with others. "You should inform her yourself,"he advised, emphasizing the personal touch in delivering the news.

"Benedict, please come here, I have wonderful news for you,"she beckoned, her tone filled with anticipation. Benedict approached slowly, intrigued by the mystery of the news. "Take a guess,"she teased playfully, trying to engage her in the guessing game. "Mother, I am not adept at guessing,"he admitted, her honesty shining through. "Just give it a try,"she urged, encouraging her to participate.

"Alright, you have secured a business deal,"she guessed, trying to unravel the mystery. "Not quite,"she corrected gently, adding a hint of mystery to the conversation. "Mr. Rogers is here, perhaps father has secured a contract,"she speculated, trying to piece together the puzzle. "It's something more significant than a contract, just try to guess,"she encouraged, building up the suspense.

"I am becoming frustrated,"she confessed, feeling the pressure of the guessing game. "I believe you should disclose the truth to her and cease tormenting the poor girl,"I suggested, sensing the tension in the room. "Jack has awakened,"she finally declared, ending the guessing game with a sense of relief and joy.