It's your duty to know what's wrong.

“What were you doing with that bastard?”

“He came to me. I don't want to have anything doing with him, again, trust me.”

“I hope so.”

“I know you passed on our private discussion to your friend.”

He looks down. “What are you doing here?”

Patricia blinks her eyes a number of times, because of the way he responded. She knows he cares for her and their family, but his reaction is weird.

“I came to see you. I'm sure...Jamal tells you almost everything. So, hope you can help me.”

“Look, if this is about his personal life, you better meet him for it. I respect your brother a lot and though you're his sister, it still gives me no right to tell you everything about him.”

“I'm not asking you to blackmail. I'm asking you to help me. Please, listen to what I have to say first.”

“Patricia, I'm busy, today.”

“You're always busy. I mean, I'm not going to take all of your time. What's the matter with you? Is it, Kon? I've told you, I stopped talking with him.”

“Patricia you don't understand. This is not the time for us to talk. And, it's definitely not about, Kon!”

She gets angry and turns around to walk away, when he says, “Wait,”

She pauses and faces him.

“Go ahead.” he authorises.

Her brows furrow. “Okayy... Well, I wanted to ask if...Jamal knows about Benjamin's dead. After that day at his office, did he make any statement of planning to hurt him?”

“No. He wished, but—it was a trap.”

“He wished?”

“Jamal has never tolerated people hurting his family.”

“Betrayal; does he tolerate?”

“Worse. If he finds you—I shouldn't tell you this,”

“No need. I know the answer to that, already. Dead is,”

Amid looks at her and she stares back for more than a second.

“So, my mom lied to me. He killed those before you, who worked for him.”

Amid says nothing, and she takes it for a yes.

She looks at her feet, and seats on a white couch.

“I shouldn't be interested in what my brother did, but it scares to know my own brother can be so dangerous. Taking lives, to end what he has now.”

“It's not exactly what you think, Patricia. It was hard for him to make those decisions.”

She cocks her head to look at him. “So, you were there with him? Have you killed before?”

He sighs, and looks away.

“Nevermind. I should go.”

She stands to leave and he holds her hand.

“If you need anything, I'm always here to listen.”

“Thank you, Amid,”

She walks away, and he sighs heavily, shoving his hands into his pants.

...

Patricia thought about what happened all day. It's hard to believe all what has been happening.

She wants to know more and the temptation of using that device is pushing to hard.

Will she use it, or throw it away? After all she has kept it for this long.

She has to do something as fast as possible.

...

The Next day.

“Mom, do you want to come with me to see Myla and Jamal?”

“Yes, I had a great feeling to visit them. I'm happy you're thinking of your brother.”

“Off course, mom. He's my brother, and I love him very much.”

Mrs. Mehdi, grins and says, “Wait for me. I'd come down in a minute.”

She nods and her mom rushes to her room.

...

Myla picks the plates from the dining, and cleans them up in the kitchen.

After which she goes to the laundry room, to pile up all the washed clothes.

She checks herself in there after feeling a heavy weight in-between her legs and discovers that her bleeding has started again.

Actually, after last two nights, she woke up to just a stain of blood. She didn't bleed much, but rather it came as a signal.

She doesn't understand what's wrong as this has never happened before.

“Shit!” she says, before stepping out of the room, to see her guard standing by the door.

“Excuse me, but my husband didn't tell you to follow me around. Besides, he's upstairs. He can take care of me.”

“Sorry, ma'am. I'm just doing my job.”

“This is not your job. This is private area. You can't be looking at my cloths, while I'm working.”

“I'm not ma'am. That's not my concern. My head is high and out of this room.”

“Did he tell you to talk back, when I'm talking?”

“No, ma'am.”

“Good. So, shut it.”

“Myla, Baby!”

Her mother-in-law's voice sounds on the other side.

“Mom, I'm right here!”

She looks at the guard one more time, before strolling away.

Jamal comes out of his office after hearing his mother's voice.

“Welcome, mom, Patricia. I thought you guys forgot about me.”

“How could we, dear? You are my only daughter-in-law.”

Patricia comes and kisses Myla's cheek. “You are shinier than I've ever seen you. Tell me, what's the secret?”

“Are you serious? I'm barely ok. I've sick for a while, now. I'm still getting myself together, with all the stress... I'm thinking, I've lost a lot of weight.”

“Instead? It's totally different from what I see. By the way, what were you sick of?”

“Stress. Your brother was one of it. But, we're better now.”

The giggle, and Jamal walks the stairs down moving his hands on the railing.

“What a surprise.”

“I heard you have been making my beautiful daughter sick. What went wrong this time?”

Jamal looks at Myla and she looks away rapidly.

“I don't know what's wrong with her. She has been weird, recently.”

“Oh. Me, weird? Why don't you check yourself. I'm sure you're weirder.”

He walks towards her and touches her forehead. “You're temperature is still very high, Sweetheart. Why don't you let me consult your doctor?”

“Are you trying to make me sound crazy, or something? I'm not sick! Not anymore!”

Everyone looks at her with bewilderment, except Jamal.

“You see? That's exactly how her tone has been for the past one week.”

Myla bit hard on her lower lip, and says, “I'm sorry, mom, Honey. I'm just tired. I should go upstairs. I'd be down in a few minutes.”

“Make sure you call me, if you need anything, naughty girl.” Jamal says, over her shoulder.

“Jamal, I just heard that!”

“I forgot to point this out, too. She's also very arrogant.” he walks towards the couch and rest his butt there.

“Yeah. I can see she's going a tuff time. And, it is your duty to find out. Not to complain.” Mrs. Mehdi, seats on another couch, while Patricia goes to the kitchen to place what they bought.

Jamal sighs. “I knew you're going to take her side.”

“That's what happens you're the woman to the only son of a mother.”

He chuckles, “So, I'm not your boy, again.”

“Wait until she's pregnant. You won't be existing.”

He frowns. “Are you serious right now?”

She laughs. “I'm just playing. Nobody's going to take your place, ever.”

His lips curve up into a breathtaking smile. “That's what I'm talking about.”

“And, I just got you. My grandchildren, and their mother is all I want now. Nevertheless, you'll still remain my son. So if you want keep that most precious space in my heart, don't get her pregnant.”

“That's going to be impossible. Though she's making no statement about us being a parent.”

“Don't worry, she's going to surprise you. Give her time to get over her fears, and don't leave her side as she fights it.”

He nods, and there is a moment of silence, before she looks at her son. When his gaze meets hers, he asks,

“Are you seeing visions about me, now?”

“I'm just concern about you, son. Your sister and I talked about you the other day. I told her everything I could. Not the details.”

He nods. “So...is she still mad?”

“I'm not sure. I believe after the discussion, her queries where clearified. I just hope she turns to stop searching into the past. Most especially, with the man, Kon,”

“She told you?”

“Finally, yes. She said, she'd stop seeing him, because she's tired. She was terrified. He told her a lot of things about you. Some where true, and some where not. But, I made her believe, what I wanted her to believe.”

“Thanks, mom. I wouldn't have talked with her if not for you.”

“We are family. And, that's what family do. Hope you never forget that.”

“I won't.”

“One last thing. About your contract with Prince. Hamid, how come you two work together?”

“Mom, we don't. He just sputtered to the media, because I refused his offer.”

“What does he wants now? To force you into it?”

“I have everything under control. Amid is setting up a meeting with him this week. He will tell me, exactly what his problem is.”

“Hope you don't do anything stupid. Are you sure it's necessary to talk to him?”

“That's the only way I'm going to know why he did that. And, what he truly wants. Then, we'll see what next to do.”

To be continued...