14

The sun is setting and the dim place finally had some light.

Jonas was not afraid to die. He was just sad that he could not see Louise anymore.

After some time, vehicles sounded from the outside.

She's finally here. Jonas had a depreciating laugh. How naive of him.

He really underestimated her.

The sound of the heels clacked towards him.

Jonas could not see her face.

Someone brought her a chair and sat down.

"How are you Mr. Morgan?" The woman asked.

Jonas' eyes dilated. She's not Whitney.

"Who are you?" Jonas asked. His voice had some agitation to it.

"Stacy Chang at your service Mr. Morgan." The woman across him said with contempt. The mockery in her voice couldn't be hidden at all.

"Ahh... So it was Ms. Chang." Jonas said with a slight surprise.

But to Stacy, it was a taunt. He was underestimating her.

"Yes Mr. Morgan. Do you have any questions?" The woman asked with a small smile playing on her lips.

"Nothing. What's there to ask? " He said as his shoulders slouched down but his eyes never left the woman's face.

It was all clear now. It was all her doing.

"So I guess we can have our proper conversation now?" The woman asked seemingly not bothered by his lack of response.

"Then, what are we talking about Ms. Chang?" Jonas asked back. He still had the confidence and arrogance in him.

"Well, how about the young girl you have?" Stacy asked him not bother his agitation.

"What? Haven't you been informed that Louise is still in coma?" Jonas scoffed.

"Yeah. Why is it? She's been sleeping for almost a year. Why is it?" Her tone couldn't be more harsh to Jonas ears.

"You!!" Jonas wanted to hit her. She was the one who made her like that.

Tears threatened to fall from his eyes and it was a form of enjoyment to Stacy.

She wanted to see him beg mercy and plead like a loyal dog but alas, Jonas looked up to her with cruelty.

"Why?" He asked.

"Why what Mr. Morgan? I don't understand you..." Stacy placed her palms under her chin and looked at him with a playful smile.

"Why are you doing this?" He asked while gritting his teeth with anger.

"Why? Because it's fun..." Stacy laughed. Her laughter had a trace of manic on it.

"Who are you? You are not Stacy!" Jonas asked. He met Stacy Chang before, although she was capable, her temperament and attitude wasn't like the woman across him.

" Me? Oh. I am Stacy." She playfully answered.

"No you're not." Jonas said with conviction.

"Then who am I Mr. Morgan? Can't you tell?" She asked him playfully.

Jonas fell silent.

"Since you're about to die, might as well I tell you... I am Dorothy, the real Dorothy." She whispered in his ears.

After, she seeing his reaction, she laughed out loud.

She liked his reaction.

Jonas couldn't believe it. Then, who was the one pretending to be Whitney's daughter?

"Surprised aren't you?" She asked again.

The woman across him pulled out some papers from the envelop she was carrying.

"Sign it. Then, you can see your wife in heaven."