" My Cupcake! I am sorry for being late. Did you miss Dad?"
Charlotte gasps awake as the wind blows by her face. While hyperventilating, she is trying to recall the voice of her dream. Who called her Cupcake? Who was late? She questions herself while feeling the scorching hot beneath her skin. She rubs and groans in silent paint.
" Charlotte! Don't rub your skin!" She flinches when someone shouts, stopping her to rub her skin. She glances at herself. Her entire body is red because of rashes. She looks confused, glancing at her best friend who is holding her hand with concern.
" What's wrong with me? Why am I here?" She is lying down on her bed in Edward's Villa.
" You fainted and Edward brought you here. I was there to attend the wedding as well since my parents forced me. I think It was for good." Sandra places the wet tissue on her hand, pressing it lightly. " Anyway! Charlotte! What did you eat today?"
She asked with a series tone. Charlotte tilts her head, looking at her with the same confusion as before.." I haven't had my lunch yet. I just had my breakfast!"
" What did you have in your breakfast? Who prepared it?" Sandra questions.
" Well. The usual. Maid prepared for me. I had my coffee that also prepared by them. Wait. Why are you asking that?"
" The substance that I have talked about, I found it in your stomach. Seems like you have been drinking it.."
" In my drink? Why would I" She stopped when she realized, the coffee she used to drink had changed. Although she didn't have any problem with but whenever she drank, she felt sleepy.
" They are trusted servants of Edward. They won't do anything like this." Charlotte said in a shaky voice.
" We don't know what a person can do for something they want. Don't worry. You have a reliable husband. He already started investigating the matter." Sandra smirks, pinching her cheeks.
" I can't deny. He is reliable and lovable!" She blushes.
" Love in the Air ~" Sandra teased.
" No. I can't love him right now. You know I am not really for commitment." Charlotte smiles bitterly.
" Oh. C'mon! Girl. Time heals everything. Anyway, I have given you antibiotics for this rash. Just lie down for a while."
Charlotte nods, allowing herself to rest for a while. She sighs, glancing at the nightstand. Her purse is there. She holds her purse, taking out the photo of the couple. She is sure, the baby in this photo is her. However, The couple who are smiling and holding her carefully, aren't her parents.
" This woman resembles that couple of old nursing homes. Do they have any connections with them?" She mumbles, trying to figure out everything.
As she knows, the elder couple has lost their daughter in an accident with her husband and children. Their children had abandoned them. What if she is the daughter who died?
" No. Don't think something weird-" She gets up from bed when she realizes that the elderly couple does share the surname with her.
" Are they really my --- Family?" her yelling weakened into a whisper. She was wondering why the elder couple had the same surname but now they are connected to her..
She grabs her purse and rushes outside without telling anyone that she is going out. She is in a hurry to ask about the photo and the connection between the couple in the photo and her.
Edward comes out of his monitoring room with a cold expression and infuriating grits. He wheels himself towards the kitchen, looking at the Chef who is preparing soup for Charlotte.
" Where is she?" he asked in a heavy tone.
" Master! Who are you referring to?" The Chef immediately approaches him with concern. The expression on his face is giving away the chilling sensation overall. Edward's anger is not something that they can face.
" Linda! Where is she?" he asked with fury.
" She went to do groceries with the Head servant. Is everything okay?"
Doing groceries? Edward grits his teeth, calling his secretary to send people to capture the girl right away. Hearing his words, The Chef frowns and immediately calls the Head servant to bring Linda with her. He can sense trouble.
Meanwhile.
Charlotte stopped the car and hurried inside without any second thoughts. She must know about the mystery of this photo, Also having the same surname. Somehow, she feels, she has a special relationship with the elder couple.
As she walks towards the small cottage where they live behind the building of a Main nursing home, she finds someone familiar is having a great time with the couple. She approaches, walking silently.
" Dr. Shayne!?"
Dr. Shayne who is helping the elder lady with wood, starts hearing her voice. She didn't imagine Charlotte would be here.
" What are you doing here?" She startles and stands up in a panic. Trying to block the elder couple as she doesn't want anyone to know her little secret...
" Shayne Baby! Don't worry. She is a social worker from the Rodriguez company. Come here, Charlotte!"
The Lady waves her hand to her. Charlotte frowns thinking why Shayne knows the couple.
" Seems like you two know each other. What a small world.. Charlotte. She is my grandchild. I heard she works in the Rodriguez family. I am glad."
Grandchild? Charlotte steals a glance at Shayne who isn't comfortable around Charlotte. No matter how much she hates Charlotte she doesn't want her grandparents to see her bad side.
" Well. Dr. Shayne has a different surname than you have. I didn't know that she would be your related." Charlotte said.
The lady chuckles, stroking Shayne's hair. " Shayne has her Mom's surname. Her father, my son didn't -"
" Grandma! Please. Don't talk about our family in front of outsiders!" Shayne huffs, being pampered by her grandma. Charlotte's tongue runs over her lips with nervousness. Also, her body is burning hot. The medicine will take time to affect.
" Well. Grandma!" Charlotte called in a low tone. Hesitation is distinct in her voice and expression.
" What is it, My child?"
Charlotte inhales sharply before placing the photo in front of them. Shayne who is lying down on Grandma's lap, gets up..
" Why do you have this photo?" Shayne asked coldly, snatching the photo.
Her Grandma takes a look at the photo before gazing at her with a questionable expression.
Charlotte gulps seeing their tensed face. She is sure that this photo belongs to someone they know.." I think the kid in this photo is me and I have the same doll. I don't know those people behind but I am sure, this little girl is me."
Shayne and Grandma glance at each other for a while, before glancing down at the photo.
" Where did you get the photo? Charlotte!" The Grandma asked. Her voice shows the disbelief. Charlotte sighs, slowly rubbing her skin.
" In Attic. I still have the same doll that I always keep. I don't remember from whom I got this doll but I keep it with me in my purse every time.."
She said taking out a little Barbie doll. She holds it in front of her, with a painful expression.
Shayne immediately holds the doll and grabs hers.." They are the same. Grandma. It can't be.."
Shayne gasps as her heart doesn't want to accept that the dolls are the same. " What's your surname? Charlotte!" Shayne asked. She never cared about knowing much all she wanted was to get rid of her.
" Charlotte Milestone..We share the same surname, Grandma!"
The silent scream is visibly showed up on their face. Grandma slowly walks towards her, holding her hand, and she sobs.." I don't know what's going on. But the couple in the photo is my daughter and her husband. The little kid is their daughter. I don't know how you got the same surname but they had died a long time ago. Shayne is their elder daughter who wasn't on that trip with my son-in-law's best friend's family. They are reportedly dead and the little kid too."
Charlotte purses her lips. Shy expected that she would be her granddaughter.
" Give me your hair. I need a DNA sample!" Shayne seems like doesn't want to believe that her sister who she loved dearly died. Since there is a chance. She doesn't care if she is the girl who married her crush.
" But Shayne.-"
" No. Grandma. I always suspected Uncle Felix. I believe that he had done -"
" Who is Felix?" Charlotte cuts her words off.
"My parents' best friend. He was a greedy person."
" My father's name is Felix Milestones."
Charlotte's eyebrows knitted with fear. She doesn't want to hear something worse than it is. What if her father is not her father? It can't be.
" Now I need to confirm. I need a DNA sample! Charlotte!"