Chapter 354: A Name
A hospital was the last place that anyone expected to find two women seated together, plotting vengeance. After all, when people were in the hospital. Either they were sick, injured, or they were visiting friends or family who were feeling unwell, or who had been hurt. Those were the usual things that people did in hospitals.
But plotting vengeance was exactly what Jane Molson and Cassandra Haven were doing.
Someone who had never been in their situation would have mistaken them, not devoting a hundred percent of their time in the hospital to their children. To mean that they did not care. But it was quite the opposite.
The reason that Cassandra and Jane were plotting. Instead of staying by their children’s sides was a good one. Someone had been responsible for their children’s condition. Before they could devote all of their attention to Derek and Emily. They had to find the culprit, otherwise they risked the same thing happening over and over again. And who knew, the next time their children might not be lucky enough to survive.
Cassandra could not let that happen, and Jane was of the same mind as her. Whoever had come after their children was like a disease. And by having Derek and Emily in hospital, it was similar to them treating the symptoms. They had to go for the root cause, otherwise history would repeat itself.
"If whoever did this really is the same attacker from 20 years ago, why wait so long?" Jane asked.
"Why lay low for two decades and just decide to attack again, out of the blue?" It was a good question. And after thinking on it for a few seconds, Cassandra believed that she had an answer. Looking over at Jane, she addressed the other woman.
"Is your Emily the type to let things go?" Jane scoffed at that, shaking her head.
"Never. If something is bothering her, Emily will keep digging, and digging until she gets to the bottom of things," The answer was exactly as she had expected.
"My Derek is the same way too. The only thing that I can think of that has changed in the last twenty years, is that we finally told them the truth.Then we expected them to just let sleeping dogs lie. Do you really think that they did not do some digging of their own?" Jane’s eyes widened in realization and she stared at Cassandra.
"They must have started looking into the case again, and whatever they found, it was enough to make the killer uneasy," Cassandra told the other woman. Then she turned back to her son. Running her fingers over the bruise that looped around his wrist.
She wanted to be angry at him for doing something so dangerous. But at the same time, she was incredibly proud. He had been brave enough to face something that Cassandra had not even wanted to look at for twenty years.