Miss Me?

When Morgan returns to the ward after talking to Mario's attending doctor, Mr and Mrs Heirden surround Morgan for a heart to heart talk.

Morgan lifts a brow at them when what they is just watching him without saying a single thing from the moment they sit. He couldn't help but sigh. He understands that his parents are worried about him. 

Morgan takes an inaudible deep breath and pulls a smile. "Ma, Pa, I'm really fine. There's nothing to worry about. I told you, I like her."

Mrs Heirden holds his hand and confines it between hers. She looks at his eyes apologetically, which stings Morgan's heart. He knows that his mother feels bad for asking him to accept the marriage for the sake of Mario.

"Morgan, you suffered a lot." She says, her voice is shaking. Obviously, she is holding back her tears since he doesn't want them to always cry. "As your mother, I owe you a lot."

Mr Heirden breathes out audibly. "Stop that, Matilda. If we talk about who owes who, it was me. As a father, I just always sit at home and wait for our son to feed me. I'm a failure."

Morgan blows air and facepalm. "Ma, Pa, if you guys keep telling me that and this, I'll get mad now. Really." He removes his hand and sweeps them a look, he looks mentally and physically exhausted. "I'm your son. No one owes me. No one is a failure here. Although we have a tough life, it doesn't mean you owe us. This is basically a trial for us. To become strong and become a good person."

Mrs Heirden shifts her eyes away as she draws back her tears upon hearing her son's words. While Mr Heirden could only sigh. 

Morgan retracts his hand and pinches his brows. "The night after tomorrow, Mario will have brain surgery. Ma, Pa, I'm drained. Let's call this a day. Both of you should go home and get some sleep. I'll stay here."

"No. You should go home, son.", says Mr Heirden. "You need to get some rest. Tomorrow is your big day."

"I'm fine. I can sleep next to Mario. But you guys, given your age, you should watch your health. And enough sleep is the strict requirement," Morgan says sternly. Seeing that they seemed to object to him, he immediately continued, extending a hand to them. "No more objections. Just go home. And please, do me that favour."

Due to his firm decision, Mr and Mrs Heirden go home.

Once Morgan is alone, he once again feels that somebody is watching him through the window. So he immediately walks to the windows and peeks outside with a little crease on his forehead, but finds nothing. Other than the breeze that is blowing in his direction, there is nothing suspicious outside.

Finally, he shakes his head, shaking off that eerie feeling, and draws the curtain. The moment the windows get covered, Samantha, who is now sitting idly on the edge of the rooftop from the opposite building while sipping wine in a bottle like she always does when she's free, wears a sly smirk on her face.

For the rest of the night, Morgan is unable to sleep. He keeps on turning around next to Mario and, in the end, he scratches his head in frustration, and slams back his head over the pillow and drowns himself in it.

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When the morning comes, Morgan wakes up with soft pats on his shoulder, and finds his mother smiling at him the moment he flips his eyes open.

"Rise and shine." She greets.

Morgan turns his head towards the window and instantly narrows his eyes when the rays of the sunshine make contact with them through the open window. The sun dazzled him for a few seconds.

He runs his eyes back to his mother and says, "Today is such a beautiful day."

"It is. But I bet it will turn into a bad day if you keep dawdling here. Anytime soon, your bride will be here." She smiles, teasing her son.

"Oh shit!" Morgan throws himself up and stands in panic. "I have yet to fetch my suit. Mom, what am I going to do now?"

"This is the first time you have looked so worried. Now I believe you really adore her. I'll be relieved."

"Just be relieved if the wedding goes smoothly. Now, I can't make it for sure." Morgan grabs his hair in panic.

"No worries, Morgan. Your suit has long been prepared." Mrs Heirden moves to her side a little and gestures her hand behind her. There, an expensive grey suit and a black tie are lying neatly on the table. "You just need to stand and get change. You have nothing to worry about."

Morgan treks towards the table with surprised eyes. He stares at the suit for a second and turns his head to his mother, and frowns, "No wonder you look so different today. You're wearing a new dress. Ma, are you really my mother or my bride? You look stunning."

"Stop  flattering me. I'm too old for that." Mrs Heirden says. "Now I can say that Ashley is an amazing girl. She's so thoughtful to even deliver these clothes to us."

Morgan's smile disappears after hearing that. His happy face turns a little gloomy as he stares at the suit.

"What's wrong?" Mrs Heirden notices the change of his mood and walks to him, places her hands on his shoulders.

"If only I had money, this wedding would surely be perfect. She shouldn't be troubled about everything, especially about clothes that we have to wear today."

Mrs Heirden was speechless.

"Enough with the drama." Mr Heirden's voice suddenly rang in their ears. Following the direction of the voice, they see him stepping out of the bathroom, looking handsome and charismatic despite his age. "No more dramas, okay? Go to the bathroom and dress up. You can't embarrass yourself in front of your bride's family."

"Wow, Pa. This brown suit looks good on you. You look younger than your age. Just like mom."

Mr Heirden shut Morgan a look. He is not mad at his son, but pretends that he is. Otherwise, his son will screw up his wedding. "What are you waiting for? Put your skates on."

"Oh, oh." Morgan grabs his suit and hurries to the bathroom. It takes him almost twenty minutes to finish everything. When he comes out from the inside, he appears so devilishly handsome. It makes his parent's jaws drop in an instant.

In front of them was a young man. His facial features are exceptional. His black eyes are deep and expressive. His nose is prominent and his sexy lips are enticing, especially when he presses them into a thin line. His lips are like a magnet that attracts eyes to stare at them and fantasise about kissing them. He is like a copycat of an unparalleled beautiful God.

"Son, is that you?" Mrs Heirden exclaims. 

"Ma, you are exaggerating. Of course it's me." Morgan says as he walks towards them.

"You're perfect at it," Mr Heirden remarks.

"Ma, did father say I'm better looking than him?", Morgan teases.

"Ummm, I think, yes." Mrs Heirden replies with a chuckle.

"Hmph, I'm your father. You were born because of me. So, your looks are inferior to mine," Mr Heirden says.

"How inferior?" Morgan raised a hand. "A finger?"

"You're—"

Their conversation is interrupted by a sudden creak of the door, pulling their attention to the direction of the sound. As their eyes set to the door, anxiously waiting for the appearance of the bride, someone else enters the room elegantly and greets the three with her cold smile. "Hi, miss me?"

Morgan gasps in horror to recognize who the woman is. It's Samantha— the Great Witch in his life.