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April 16, 2018 at 5:32 pm #1205060Aishat Bint SanusiMember
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I strongly believe Chris will survive it0April 16, 2018 at 8:27 pm #1205107MathsMember
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One of this Two things will surely happen.
1. Chris die the camera already sees steve as the killer and steve is sentence to death too.
2. Chris survive through the help of God, the evil act of steve is expose and steve is sentence to death.
Either way u will loss Effe, steve.0April 16, 2018 at 8:29 pm #1205108MathsMember
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Chris die or nt Effe will never go back to steve0April 16, 2018 at 8:33 pm #1205109sweetMember
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Wow effe I’m so happy you, Chris ur precious is waiting for you come back, Steve sorry for ur life0April 16, 2018 at 10:09 pm #1205131SofttouchMember
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Chris don’t tell me that you now have spiritual aid0April 16, 2018 at 10:10 pm #1205132mercyrubyMember
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nothing should happen to Chris,,,, Steve be prepared to roast your ass in prison for attempted murder0April 16, 2018 at 11:55 pm #1205176sweetMember
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Oh God pls show ur mercy, wanders ,don’t let him die like that pls ,u are the God of fatherless0April 17, 2018 at 6:23 am #1205225CoolvalAdmin
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Episode 39 & 40
The beeper on Effe’s desk chimes, and a moment later the voice of Auntie Joyce, her Secretary, comes over the intercom.
Doctor Ayeh to see you, please. Here on appointment.
Oh, yes, send him right in.
A moment later the door opens and Gilbert enters.
He looks wan and tired as Effe stands up and hugs him briefly.
Hey, missed you heaps, Effe.
Missed you too, Gil. How was Paris? Hope you enjoyed your holidays! I’m sure Akua and the kids loved it.
Gilbert laughs and sinks into a chair.
It was the best time of our lives, as a family, I guess. Thanks for nominating me for the Board’s approval for the sponsorship. How have you been, Effe?
Crazy month of my life, I guess. Went from being the betrayed wife to the divorced wife, and in between there some really crazy things happened to me.
Yeah, heard about it just today. So sorry, Effe. Steve and Elaine? D--n, that is something else. So d--n bad! But he’s not taking it easy at all. Met him here yesterday, at dawn!
Yep. Looked like he slept in his office. Felt sad for him, but I guess he brought it on himself.
Yes, Gil, he made his own bed, sad as it seems, and he needs to sleep in it. He divorced me and I got pregnant within a month. Crazy, isn’t it?
(whooping with joy)
Oooooooohhhh! Yeaaaaahhh! Heard about it, all over the place! Knew you weren’t barren! How’s he taking it now, knowing he’s the cause and not you? Heard you got yourself a real hunk, a very handsome man! Heard all the girls drool over him! You have to let me meet him soon. Some akonta sikan for pai, abi?
(with a sad smile)
He went AWOL on me. Missing. But I’m gonna find him, and he’s gonna make me Mrs. Chris Bawa, and then you’re gonna meet him.
Gilbert sits forward suddenly, and his face looks grave.
Did you say Chris Bawa?
Yeah, Chris Bawa! That’s my dear taxi driver’s name.
(face suddenly going pale)
D--n! Oh, d--n! Oh, sweet Jesus, no!
Effe is suddenly scared.
She jumps to her feet as her heart performs a crazy waltz that make the room spin.
What’s it, Gil? You know him?
Remember I told you about meeting Steve here yesterday dawn? I was called in to perform an emergency surgery on a young man. Obviously, according to the police patrol team that brought him here, he had a motorbike accident on the Tema Motorway. Everything went okay, and I was expecting him to be up by yesterday afternoon, but when I checked on him last evening his body stats were dropping! I couldn’t find anything wrong, but it seems he’s slowly dying. He went into a sudden coma I cannot understand.
(in a high voice)
BUT WHAT HAS THAT GOT TO DO WITH CHRIS?
(in a gentle voice)
Calm down, Effe. I-
Don’t tell me to calm down! Is it Chris? IS THE MAN CHRIS BAWA?
Well, I don’t know if it’s your Chris, but the name on his driver’s license is Chris Bawa, and I learn no relative has shown up yet.
Effe goes around the desk and practically flies past Gilbert.
He gets up too, alarmed, and races after her.
He screams out to her to stop, but she is beyond hearing him.
She flies into the lift, and he sticks a foot into the entrance to prevent the doors from sliding shut.
He joins her as the lift rides down to the tenth floor.
She is out before the doors are completely open, and she races into the reception area.
WHAT WARD, GIL?
Lord, Effe! Slow up! Be calm!!
WHAT WARD, GIL, DAMNIT????
Five. Ward Five!
Effe blasts into the Ward.
There are two nurses standing beside the bed, and she pushes them aside.
Chris is lying inertly on the bed, as if asleep.
Effe pulls up dead.
For a moment she almost falls, but Gilbert catches and holds her. She slips out of Gilbert’s arms and rushes to the bed.
She puts her forehead on Chris’ face and holds him tightly.
She is trembling very hard, and she is aware that she must not allow herself to slip into panic.
She forces her tears away, biting her lower lip tightly.
She can cry later, but right now she needs to be a Doctor for the man who has captured her heart so completely.
She takes deep breaths to calm herself, and when she looks at them her face is awash with tears.
What happened, Gil? Where’s the history?
Gilbert picks up the clipper and hands it to her.
Just standard procedure. He had a semi-fractured skull and a dislocated right shoulder. There was no internal bleeding. He had lost a lot of blood before the police brought him in. Would have bled to death if he had been brought in ten minutes later. Took him to the theatre and patched him up. Transfused him. He was supposed to be okay, but suddenly his system is shutting down. No matter what I do, we’re losing him. Never seen anything like it. He’s quite healthy and strong, but it seems something is shutting down his immune system.
Effe’s eyes scan the sheet of paper rapidly, and then she sees something.
It was the letters: S T E
The letters had been written in spindly, trembling handwriting. She shows it to Gil.
What’s this, Gil?
He peers at the pad, and at the letters.
I don’t know, Effe. Maybe it was already on the paper.
(clearing her throat)
Erm, yesterday morning when I came to check on him, around five in the morning, the pad was on the bed and he had a pen in his hand. I think he was trying to write something!
Effe gasps suddenly!
Her eyes open in horror. She remembers Gil telling her he had met Steve the previous day at dawn!
Had Steve heard about Chris being on admission?
Chris has written S T E
Had he been trying to write Steve?
Effe frantically looks at Gilbert.
Please, Gil, have you run other tests on him since then?
Gil moves forward and picks up a second sheet lying on the little ward table.
Yeah. Accelerating heartbeats, enlarged heart, malfunctioning liver and lungs, pigmented skins, scaly soles, flaky inner thighs-
(shaking her head, fresh tears drowning her)
Oh, my God! Oh, my God, no!
What is it? Effe, what is it?
He hasn’t been here for more than three days, according to you, right?
No, Effe. He was brought in yesterday, at dawn. I told you.
Effe turns around without replying.
She flees from the room and straight to the elevator.
She takes the elevator to the topmost floor and runs straight into her office and to a vault that looks similar to the one in Steve’s office.
She is trembling as she inputs the combination, and then she opens the door and reaches blindly into it.
She brings out a package with STRATOCIDAL COKATIS printed on it.
She tears the package open. There are two ampoules inside.
She picks up the black ampoule, tears it out and breaks the neck.
She puts in the syringe and draws the dark liquid. When she turns both Gilbert and Aunt Joyce are in the doorway, looking at her with a mixture of fear, compassion and puzzlement.
Effe extends the syringe to Gilbert.
Please, I can’t run anymore. Take it, inject directly into his heart, please!
Gilbert takes the syringe and rushes out of the room.
Effe walks forward slowly. Her legs can barely support her.
She is so dizzy, and feels so weak. She feels a deep pain in her lower belly, the kind of pain she usually feels prior to her menses.
There are tears in her eyes as she sits down again, the pain too severe for her to bear.
She can see Auntie Joyce speaking, but she cannot hear what the kind woman is saying.
And then she feels a wetness down her right leg, and her horrified eyes see the thin line of red blood trickling down her leg!
Effe screams then as the agonizing pain grips her belly, and she falls flat on her face on the desk.
She knows she is losing her baby, and she clamps her thighs shut tightly, and she weeps with the agony of a broken heart.
Auntie Joyce, screaming hysterically, calls Doctor Anaman.
To be continued..
Effe opens her eyes slowly.
She is lying on a big bed in an air-conditioned room.
She knows instantly that she is in the Executive Ward of the Eden Hospital.
Sunlight filters in through the huge tint glass windows because the Venetian blinds are pulled and tied back with golden sashes.
She sees that she is in a hospital gown.
Her parents are sitting on each side of the bed, and Eyram and Rupert are standing at the foot of the bed.
She can hear voices to one side of her, and when she turns her head slightly she sees that Doctors Anaman and Ayeh are in deep conversation.
A nurse is tucking the edge of the bedspread back inside, and she stands back suddenly.
Doctor! She’s up!
They all crowd around Effe, and she sees the concern and love on their faces.
Please, stand back a bit, would you?
When they give him space he bends over Effe and quickly checks her pulse and heart rate.
He checks the heart monitor, and then he stands up and wordlessly unplugs the monitor and the wires attached to Effe.
Effe’s eyes fill up with tears when she remembers the events that has brought her to the ward.
I lost my baby, didn’t I, Doc?
Doctor Anaman sits down on the edge of the bed.
(in a firm voice)
Either you’re a very lucky woman, or that child is one strong warrior. Running up and down and getting stressed out like that, with your first pregnancy, at your age, is not good for you, young lady! The baby’s attachment to the walls of the womb got shook up a bit, and your stress transferred to him. Hence the slight bleeding. Luckily, he’s still in there. Tired, abused, but still hanging in there.
Effe exhales heavily, and her agony turns to unbridled joy.
Oh! Oh, my God! I was so, so scared! Oh, thank God!
You have to take things easy from now, young lady!
They all hug her, and kiss her cheeks, but Effe is still in turmoil as her eyes search Gilbert’s face frantically.
Chris? How’s he, Gil?
Gilbert looks at her strangely, and then leans forward and kisses her forehead.
That injection you gave me, whatever it is, did the trick. He’s gonna be fine. All his vitals are really good now, and he’s stabilized, but still pretty weak.
Please, I have to see him. How long have I been in here?
Since yesterday morning, my love.
I saw it best to give you a mild sedate, Effe, to make you rest and bring down the stress. You and the baby needed it.
Can I see Chris now, please?
I don’t see why not. Just take it slow, and gentle.
Oh, Ef! You scared me so much!
All of us. You scared all of us, my love!
Effe tries a brave smile.
Her family hug her again, and then the men step outside whilst she gets out of bed and Eyram helps her back into her own clothes.
They make light conversation as they emerge from the ward and make their way to the elevator.
When they get out on the tenth floor they see that it is crawling with a lot of people in the Visitors’ Lounge.
Effe walks close to Gilbert.
Gil! You kept everything quiet?
He looks at her with furious eyes.
(in a tight voice)
I’m no fool, Effe, dear! I can easily put two and two together. Steve found that Chris was on admission here, and so injected him with a poisonous drug, a drug whose name I’ve never heard before. You spoke of the number of days he had been on admission, meaning if it had gone beyond a certain span of time Chris might have died. Luckily, you had an antidote to that d--n drug! What is it anyway?
An experimental drug, Gil, from our labs. Developed by Dr. Sey Wachipa and Dr. Simi Simpson, aimed at curing the virus that causes AIDS. It’s quite lethal, still in its formative stages, and can kill within thirty-six hours if injected without being mixed with a measured dose of its female dose, the one I gave you. Please, it’s a secret. Only a few of us have the first samples.
D--n it! This is murder, Effe! Chris evidently saw Steve, and tried to write down his name! You need to let the police know. Steve should be arrested immediately!!
I couldn’t believe he would go that far, Gil. But what’s important is that we saved Chris’ life. As for calling the cops, I’ll wait for Chris’ decision. But thank you for keeping it under wraps. I appreciate it!
I don’t like it, Effe. This is the most insane thing I’ve ever heard! He’s a Doctor, sworn to protect all lives! He tried to murder the boy, pure and simple. I understand your dilemma. You were married to the guy, and naturally you might not want to put him in the soup, but we can’t sweep this under the carpet either! It is a most wicked thing to do. If you had not shown up, if that three-day bench had elapsed, Chris would’ve died. Have you thought about that?
(in a sad voice)
I’m more outraged than you are, Gil, that I can tell you. What Steve did was absolutely unpardonable. But I love Chris, with all my heart, and I want us to talk about this, and decide on what to do.
Before Gilbert can reply the glass doors swing open, and more people come in.
Effe is shocked, to say the least, when she sees that Mr. Albert Ntim, the President of the Eden Board, Mr. Frank Stiles, First Vice President, and Jonathan Afful, Second Vice President, are all present.
She sees three grey-haired doctors, and some grim-looking nurses following.
Preceding them are about four huge men in impeccable black suits and dark glasses.
Effe recognizes one of the Doctors as one of the most talented in the country in surgery, Doctor Ralph Setorwofia.
She has attended a highly-profiled seminar chaired by the famous surgeon.
She remembers he is the Chief Executive of the Eden Research and Scientific Centre.
Behind them is Steve Hollison, who pauses in the doorway for a moment, and then follows the delegation forward, his face filled with unease, guilt and fear.
What’s happening here?
I don’t know, really. Can someone tell us what’s going on here?
I think I’m gonna find out.
He pushes his way through the throng, but suddenly the door of Ward 5 swings open, and a sophisticated power-operated stretcher is wheeled out, and lying on it is Chris Bawa, his eyes closed.
On either side of the stretcher is a huge man in black suit, whilst some preceded the stretcher.
The doctors and nurses are following, and standing attentively to one side are the three top officials of the Eden Board.
Doctor Ralph Setorwofia comes out last, and he has Chris’ records and diagnosis sheets.
Suddenly scared, Effe pushes forward and blocks the stretcher.
(in an unsteady voice)
Where are you taking him? You can’t do that! Who’re you people anyway?
Two of the black-suited huge men step forward and try to push her back, their faces grim.
We don’t have time for this, Madam. Kindly step aside.
(coming to stand beside Effe)
You can’t talk to her like that, my friend. What’s going on here anyway? That man is my patient, and you can’t just enter and take him away! The proper procedures have to be followed! I have to sign a release form. Somebody, get Security, please! You need to show us some identity, mister!
Please, please, don’t let this turn into an unpleasant situation. Listen, if you want explanations, speak to your superiors, okay? Please kindly step aside and let us through!
No! You’re not taking him out! What’s this anyway? This is beyond comprehension! Where’s Security anyway? Would someone please call the police? Is he in some trouble with the law? Even if that’s the case there must be proper documentation. You can’t just budge in here and start taking patients away. Rupe, please call Security!
Four of the huge men in black approach Effe and Gilbert, and they grab them by the upper arms, and begin to push them away from the path of the stretcher.
That is when the president of the Eden Board suddenly speaks.
Leave them alone, please. I’ll explain things to them! You can’t manhandle the staff here like that! They have every right to know what is going on!
Every eye turns to Mr. Ntim.
(voice puzzled, scared)
Mr. Ntim? You know what is going on? Has he done something wrong? Is Chris in trouble?
She shrugs free from the grasp of the man holding her and walks anxiously towards Mr. Ntim.
Mr. Ntim takes a deep shuddering breath and smiles kindly at Effe.
Please, let them pass. We didn’t want to say anything, but it seems, quite admirably, that you are professionals and wouldn’t let anybody mess with your patients, so I have no option than to give you the explanations you seek. These men, all of them, from the security detail to the nurses right down to the Doctors, work for Mr. Bawa. The doctors and nurses are his personal health attendants. They’re taking him to his personal hospital. Please let them through.
(voice full of contempt)
Personal medical staff? What the hell are you talking about, boss? You must have that guy confused with somebody else! That boy is a d--n taxi driver, for Christ’s sake! He is a d--n-
Mr. Ntim turns to Steve and his voice is like a whiplash.
You keep your d--n mouth shut this minute!
The men in black now push the stretcher towards the entrance.
Effe, face distraught and still filled with fear, reaches out and holds Chris’ hand tightly.
She does not understand one word of what Mr. Ntim had said, and just like Steve she is absolutely floored.
Please, Mr. Ntim! Say something! I can’t let them take him away like this! His personal hospital? I know him, please, and he doesn’t have a personal hospital!
Please, Effe, let them take him. That man is not who you think he is. Please, let them take him away right now. That’s what he wants, so let it be.
The men push Chris out of the entrance, and the medical staff follow him out.
Mr. Ntim? What do you mean Chris is not who we think he is? What’s going on, please? Let me know! I’m going out of my mind with worry, please!
Effe! Keep the stress down, please! It’s not good for you in your condition! Albert, you better give us something sensible, and fast, excuse my language, but I’m concerned for Effe!
That man’s real name is Chris Eden Bawa.
What? Eden? Chris?
The silence in the room is so complete that if a paper had fallen down it would have sounded like a bomb going off.
The total shock, disbelief and amazement is like an electric shock that runs through all of them, most of all Effe.
(in an awed voice)
Surely you don’t mean Eden as in Eden Investments, Eden Capitals, Eden Hospitals, Eden Technologies, Eden-
(laughing forcefully, his voice scared)
Cut that crap, old man! Are you crazy? Are you saying we work for him? That he pays me? That guy is just a d--n taxi driver!
The First Vice President of the Eden Board turns a cold face towards Afful.
Shut up, Jonathan!
Mr. Albert Ntim turns towards Jonathan Afful and gives him a baleful look.
He was driving a taxi because he fell in love with a woman, and didn’t want her to know who he was. He wanted to win her over first. Chris Eden Bawa owns EDEN INC. He’s the richest man in Africa, and one of the richest in the world. Yes, Mr. Afful, you work for him, and yes, he pays you. We ALL work for him. Satisfied now?
Oh, sweet Jesus!
Crikey!! I’ll be damned! Chris? Jeez!!
I’ll be damned! He’s my boss?
(looking absolutely sick)
What the f**king shit is this? Jesus H. Christ! Oh, Lazarus!! No, Mr. Ntim, tell me you’re f**king joking!
Eyram looks at the absolutely shocked Jonathan Afful, and she bursts into laughter.
Steve reaches for a chair and sinks weakly into it. He wishes the ground will open up and swallow him.
Oh, dear Lord! What have I done? What have I done, Lord?
Effe is shaking her head, trying hard to assimilate all that she has heard. Her trembling hands fly to her mouth.
Chris? He owns Eden Inc? But how, I can’t believe it! Please, how can it be possible? The richest man in Africa? He is an orphan who grew up in an orphanage!
Yes, my dear! All that is true, but he is a fighter, and he came out of the harsh life he was given as a child. He left the orphanage and came to the city. He had a little money saved, and he enrolled in a free computer programme sponsored by the United Nations. The facilitators saw his immense skill and talent, and gave him a scholarship to further his IT training. Have you heard of Orphan Logik?
Who hasn’t? A world-famous brand in computer technology.
That’s Chris’ first Company. He developed the programme for Orphan Logik, and it was taken on by the UN. He got a lot of money from that, and went on to develop many more apps and software for computers and phones, creating world-class apps for android and iPhone platforms. Shortly afterwards he created his antivirus software, OrphanLock, and it became a world best. He went on to create the best computer environments that were bought and incorporated into Microsoft and Apple computers, and later even Samsung, and that catapulted him to riches. Later, he sold Orphan Logik and OrphanLock and established EDEN INC, and the rest is history.
(looking absolutely sick)
It all makes sense now! The Jamaican Resort, WaterWorld, his ability to get my father’s loan approved…
(with a little laugh)
He owns the Jamaican Resort. He owns WaterWorld. He owns a lot of things.
But why? Why the deceit? Why the lies? Why did he do this to me?
I don’t know, Effe, dear. I’ve known that boy for almost twenty years. He’s always kept his identity a secret. He bought that taxi for a total stranger, a poor man who found Chris’ mobile phone and wallet and brought it to him. You see, when he bought and registered that taxi, he brought it here that night to pick me up. He wanted to go with me to the young man’s house and give the taxi to the man. I was here that night, and he was coming to pick me up, but when I came out he was gone. Later he told me a mysterious lady who was being chased by a naked man entered the taxi, and the next moment he turned himself into a taxi driver, driving that woman all over town. He bought another taxi for the young man and continued using the first taxi. Chris is like that. Sometimes I don’t understand him myself.
Later he told my sister-in-law to pretend she’s the taxi owner, and a whole lot of other nonsense. He has money, and so he can do anything he wants, I guess.
Effe is nodding, dumbfounded.
He lied to me. He kept his identity a secret! He made me think he was a poor man! Oh, Lord!
Mr. Ntim is looking at her, puzzled, and then slowly a light of understanding came into his eyes.
(in a hoarse voice)
Dearest me! Are you the mysterious lady, the one he only calls Precious? Jolly me!
Mr. Ntim shakes his head and looks absolutely disturbed.
Look, something happened! I don’t know what it is, but Chris thinks you deceived him! He thinks you want him dead! That’s why I sent for his doctors!
What? what are you talking about?
Steve wishes he can just disappear. He looks on miserably and with great fear, his heart thumping with terror.
Mr. Ntim grabs Effe’s shoulders and speaks anxiously.
I don’t know what happened, my dear. Chris let one of the nurses call me. When I came, he was delirious. He was still not completely awake, but he kept repeating that Precious betrayed him, Precious wants him dead, Precious planned to murder him! I don’t know what he’s talking about, maybe it is because he’s still not fully out of the coma. I was concerned. I didn’t know he was referring to you. That’s why I sent for his medical team. And his VISA was ready. He was leaving the country. He was going to Switzerland. He told me he would be there for a long time. His flight was scheduled for the next night after the accident. If he had not been hurt in that accident he would’ve been out of the country by now.
(completely scared now)
No, no, no! It must be some misunderstanding! Please, I must see him! Now! Please, let me speak to him! Please!
Yes, yes, yes! You have to go to him. I didn’t know it was you all along. I believe you. Please, let me go and see him first. As soon as he’s much better and stronger, I’ll give you a call and let you see him, my dear!
He moves quickly towards the entrance and gets into the elevator.
Effe is trembling, and winces when she experiences a sharp pain in her lower abdomen again.
Doctor Anaman rushes to her side and lets her sit down.
Effe! What’s wrong with you? Sit down, sit down! Too much excitement!
When Effe sits down, surrounded by her shocked family, Mr. Frank Stiles faces them and speaks.
Well, I must also leave, but before I go I must tell you people about a couple of changes Mr. Chris Eden Bawa has ordered. First, with immediate effect, Mr. Jonathan Afful is dismissed from the Eden Board. Doctor Steve Hollison is also dismissed as Chief Executive Officer of this hospital. Their entitlements would be computed and paid to them. Doctor Gabriel Anaman is appointed the CEO of Eden Hospital, and Doctor Rupert Henderson will be his assistant, with immediate effect. I’ll bring you all the legal documents tomorrow. Have a good day.
Jonathan Afful collapses immediately and crashes to the floor besides Steve, whose eyes are suddenly filled with unshed tears, jealously, rage, surprise and fear.
He looks so shell-shocked that his posture is absolutely that of a suddenly old pathetic man.
Doctors Gabriel Anaman and Rupert Henderson stare at each other and smile with sudden happiness and perverse glee.
Gilbert leans over the sprawled body of Jonathan Afful and loosens his tie.
He feels for a pulse and, satisfied that Afful is in no danger, he props Afful comfortably and calls some of the orderlies to send him to a ward.
Rupert then walks over and stands in front of Steve.
I’ve never liked you, Steve. Heard what you did with Rupert’s wife, and with Effe’s cousin. You bastard! Serves you right! Better look over your shoulder, because when that Chris man cools down, I’ll talk to him, and make sure he sends you to prison for attempted murder! How could you, man?
Effe can still not understand it.
It is as if she is dreaming, and suddenly she feels very scared! She knows that suddenly she is losing Chris.
Why is Chris feeling she wants him dead?
Why? What happened?
She looks at Steve, and it begins to dawn on her that maybe Steve said things to Chris before injecting him with the dangerous drug.
Her eyes fall on her mother, and she sees guilt in the depths of the older woman’s eyes, and again it dawns on Effe that maybe her own Mom had told lies about her to Chris too!
Tears blaze down Effe’s cheeks slowly. She cannot speak as she slowly convinces herself that her mother and Steve have combined to poison Chris’ heart against her.
Tears slowly come into Madam Ivy’s eyes.
She sees just how much she has hurt her own daughter. She speaks silently, her mouth forming the words.
Forgive me, Effe! I’m so sorry!
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