Past Memories Triggered

Asher’s Point of View

With the group of guards, I hurried back inside the house. I took the elevator while the other guards ascended the stairs. I can only hope that nothing happens to the baby or Scarlett.

I kicked the door open and rushed inside, only to halt in my tracks; the floor was strewn with four men, their faces bruised and swollen, their feet stained with blood.

I scanned the room but couldn't find Scarlett and Asherly. My heart rate slowed, and a sense of impending doom settled in. Without a second thought, I rushed to the room, kicking the door open. Scarlett was lying on the ground, her eyes shut, cradling little Asherly in her arms.

Sprinting towards them, I dropped to my knees and pressed my hand against Scarlett’s neck. A deep breath escaped my lips as I felt my veins calm; she was fine, and that was all that mattered. She must have lost consciousness while fighting those goons.

Gently, I picked up little Asherly and made my way to her carriage. I laid her down on her tiny bed, tucking her in with a blanket.

I strode towards Scarlett, scooping her into my arms. I laid her gently on the bed, my eyes locked on her. I furrowed my brows as worry crept over me; she wasn't moving at all, and her eyes were tightly shut. I couldn't tell if she was fine or not. To be certain, I decided to call the doctor.

I turned my attention to the door upon hearing footsteps approaching. In less than a second, a loud knock echoed against the door.

“Come in,” I called out. The door swung open, and James walked into the room, followed by a doctor behind him.

“Sir, I've already taken care of everything. I've brought a doctor with me just in case.” I nodded at James’s words; it was reassuring that he had brought a doctor along. I just hope Scarlett is okay.

“Do you work , doctor?” My voice was frosty and devoid of any emotion. Before the doctor could take another step toward the bed, Scarlett began mumbling something, but her eyes remained tightly shut.

“Stop! Stay away from me!” Scarlett yelled, kicking the air with her eyes still closed. My chest tightened at the thought of her having a nightmare—or was she not? It was obvious that she was experiencing one.

The doctor hurried over to the bed and began examining her, but she continued to mumble and kick the air. I can only hope that nothing is seriously wrong. I would never forgive myself if something were to happen to her.

“Sir, I've taken Zade to the basement, and half of his men are already dead. Our men are hunting them all down.” I could hear Zade talking, but his words fell on deaf ears; my attention was glued to Scarlett.

“Sir, your wife is absolutely fine; there's nothing wrong with her, but I think whatever has happened here has triggered a memory from the past, and now she is unconscious and doesn't want to wake, fearing it might happen again.” I frowned at the doctor's words as they sank in. It was clear that she was scared, but what was she scared of?

“I've given her an injection so she could sleep peacefully…” The doctor added, picking up her briefcase, and she left the room.

“You may leave, James; I will call you later.” My words were clipped, a knot twisting in my stomach. James turned, ready to leave, but I stopped him.

“James, run a background investigation on Scarlett; get me each and every piece of information about her,” I instructed. She was my wife now, and it was only fair I knew everything about her, especially when she was Asherly's mother.

“Sure, sir,” James muttered before he turned and left the room.

I strode over to the bed, I settled next to her, and a sharp pang cut through my chest seeing tears streaming down her face even when she was fast asleep. What has happened to her, and did Scarlynn have something to do with it?

I honestly don't trust Scarlynn and her mother anymore, and Scarlett was too naive to see her family's true colors. She wasn't exactly naive, but she was blinded by love, and I wonder if they had anything to do with all this.

I'm not worried about Scarlett, am I? It finally struck my brain: I was worried about Scarlett, but why? I shouldn't be worried about her; she meant nothing to me. She was just Asherly's mother and nothing more than…

Just as I was about to rise off the bed, Scarlett grabbed my hand, tears streamed down her face, her finger dug into my skin, and her hand trembled.

“Help me…” Her voice was shrill, her breath bursting in and out. I sat back on the bed, her hand entwined with mine. I gently ran my fingers through her hair smoothly.

“I'm here; I won't let anything happen to you…” I found myself saying, against my own will, I was just being nice to another human being who needed me; it was nothing more than that, right?

Of course, I was just trying to help; after all, she saved my daughter's life by fighting all those goons alone. Had it been Scarlynn, they could have died; she was only good at cheating and sleeping around, nothing else other than that.

Just as I thought Scarlett was fast asleep, little Asherly started wailing, her cries filling the whole house.

I extracted my hand from Scarlett’s and rose off the bed, making my way to the baby carriages. I gently picked the little Asherly up in my arms, holding her close to my chest. Her cries increased as she screamed uncontrollably.

Damn this little brat; she won't stop crying, and I have no clue what to do or how to stop her from crying. There was only one person who could help me at this point.

I paced across the room, grasping my phone on the nightstand. I instructed Siri to call up Grandma, and the phone started ringing and was quickly picked up.

“Grandma, please come to my room as soon as possible…” I told her over the phone the old lady would start asking many questions, and I had no answers to either of her questions. I quickly hung up the call and placed my phone back on the nightstand.