**Through Unseen Doors We Step Into Untold Worlds Beyond by Sage Hunter Lane 134**
Jordyn felt a jolt of surprise when she unexpectedly encountered Nyla again at the hospital. The sterile scent of antiseptic filled the air, and the fluorescent lights hummed softly above. After a brief moment of uncertainty, she made a decision that surprised even herself: she would follow Nyla.
Lost in her own tumultuous thoughts, Nyla was blissfully unaware of the shadow trailing behind her. Her mind was a whirlpool of emotions, swirling around her father’s condition and the weight of family secrets. As she approached Harrison’s hospital room, the clock on the wall ticked past 9:00 p.m., each second echoing in the quiet corridor. Inside the room, only her father, Harrison, sat alone, his face illuminated by the soft glow of the bedside lamp.
“Dad, where’s Wren?” Nyla inquired, her voice steady yet tinged with concern.
Harrison looked up, a flicker of surprise crossing his face as he registered his daughter’s presence. “Why are you here so late? Wren went home to grab me some fresh clothes,” he replied, his brow furrowing slightly.
Nyla settled herself in the chair beside his bed, her demeanor serious and contemplative. “Dad, I need to ask you something important,” she stated, her heart racing slightly as she prepared to broach a delicate subject.
Harrison’s expression softened, and he smiled gently. “What’s the matter? You look like you’ve seen a ghost. Why the serious face?”
Taking a deep breath, Nyla dove into the conversation. “When you, Mom, and Clement were in university, did Clement have a thing for Mom?” The question hung in the air, heavy with implications.
Harrison’s brow furrowed, and a shadow of concern crossed his features. “Did someone say something to you?” His tone was cautious, as if he anticipated a storm brewing.
Nyla could see the tension in his expression and felt a surge of conviction that Lucia’s whispers were indeed true. “So it’s true?” she pressed, her voice barely above a whisper, her heart pounding in her chest.
Harrison let out a weary sigh, the weight of the past evident in his eyes. “That’s all from many years ago, and your mother and I are divorced now. Why are you asking about this?” His voice was firm yet tinged with sadness.
Nyla hesitated, her thoughts drifting back to the aftermath of the divorce. After their split, her mother had swiftly left for abroad, severing ties and leaving Nyla to navigate the tumultuous waters of family dynamics alone.
“I just need to confirm a few things,” she replied, her voice steady but her heart racing with uncertainty.
“Nyla, the past is the past. Focus on your own life now. That’s what truly matters,” Harrison said, his eyes filled with a fatherly love that made Nyla’s heart ache. If only that tragic accident six years ago hadn’t changed everything, he’d still be at the helm of Harris Pharmaceuticals, not the frail man now dependent on his son-in-law’s generosity.
“Don’t worry, Dad. I understand. It’s getting late. I should head back now,” Nyla said, forcing a smile as she stood to leave, feeling a mix of relief and sorrow.
As she turned to exit, Jordyn quickly slipped into a nearby stairwell, heart racing as she tried to remain unseen. Once the sound of footsteps faded into the distance, Jordyn pulled out her phone, her fingers trembling slightly as she dialed a number. “Find out what illness Nyla’s father has,” she instructed, her voice low and urgent.


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