ushernet Chapter 191 He seemed more mature than before
Chapter 191 He seemed more mature than before
The next morning, Luna called me with an update from the medical team.
Their observations were pretty much what I had expected.
Michael was behaving normally, thankfully without the previous bouts of hatred.
However, the doctors pointed out a peculiar detail: Michael had definitely seen something during the twenty minutes he was out of his room at night, as evidenced by the noticeable increase in his sighs upon his return.
According to the doctors' meticulous analysis, Michael sighed twice an hour before his nocturnal wandering.
After returning, his sighs doubled to four times an hour.
I couldn't help but admire the medical team's attention to detail; they didn't miss a thing.
Luna regretfully informed me that the surveillance only covered Michael's bedroom.
As for what Michael saw or what happened during those twenty minutes, it remained a mystery.
After hanging up, I couldn't help but replay that video in my mind.
Indeed, I had noticed a change in Michael when he returned from his midnight excursion.
At the time, I had dismissed it as a normal reaction to revisiting old haunts, but the medical team seemed to take this detail very seriously, despite the lack of video evidence to investigate further.
Luna mentioned that Michael had reported back to her that morning before being whisked away by the doctors, which explained why I hadn't seen him at her place.
According to Luna, Michael's behavior was normal, just like the day before.
Sitting in my office, I felt a surge of anxiety, spurred by the doctors' concern.
Fortunately, no one knew about the comprehensive surveillance system installed at my home.
What the doctors couldn't see, I could review.
With this in mind, I seized a rare moment of downtime to open my laptop.
Despite a twinge of doubt and nervousness, I felt relatively at ease.
I didn't believe that Betty and Michael could have resumed their affair in just twenty minutes.
From past observations, Michael wasn't quick to climax; without at least forty minutes, he wouldn't have finished.
Even if he had entered Betty immediately upon leaving his room and returned without delay, a perfect lovemaking session would have been impossible.
Moreover, I'm a light sleeper.
Any sounds of intimacy, however discreet, would have woken me, especially since I hadn't slept well the previous night.
Before I could start the video, a detail from last night popped into my head.
In my half-asleep state, I had sensed that Betty also got up in the middle of the night.
At the time, I hadn't thought much of it, but now I wondered if her timing coincided with Michael's.
I launched the home surveillance footage, relying on it as my primary source of truth.
This video was my biggest secret, one that I couldn't share with anyone, including Luna.
The video was set to the previous night.
I opened feeds from our bedrooms and the bathroom, all synchronized and playing simultaneously.
As the seconds ticked by, I saw that Betty hadn't really been sleeping.
Facing away from me, she opened her eyes repeatedly, her gaze clear yet filled with worry and confusion in the dark night.
Michael's gesture of reaching for Betty's hand was impulsive, and Betty's sudden stop was just as instinctive.
Now, the scene quieted down as both stood there, connected by a silent acknowledgment of their unexpected encounter.
Betty's hand was gently held from behind by Michael, his body shielding hers as if to protect her from the world.
They stood there, a tableau of lovers caught in a moment of decision, one longing to stay, the other perhaps ready to let go.
The scene seemed frozen in time.
Betty's initial shock and panic slowly settled into a calm, mirrored by Michael's own composed demeanor.
He looked down at their intertwined hands, uncertain whether to hold on or release her.
Betty didn't pull away, giving Michael perhaps false hope, and he continued to hold on, standing silently behind her, words failing him.
"Go back to sleep..." Betty's soft voice shattered the silence.
She gently withdrew her hand, and Michael, respecting her wish, let it slip away.
Her voice was so faint, as if fearful that I might overhear from inside the house.
"Mom..." Michael's voice was tender, a familiar term that resonated deeply with Betty, different from the formalities of daylight.
It was a nickname from a time when they were closer, and it made Betty pause her retreat.
Unseen by Michael, Betty closed her eyes, bit her lip, and a struggle flickered across her face.
Eventually, she opened her eyes, a firm resolve shining through.
"Go back to sleep..." She repeated, her tone colder this time, whether feigned or genuine, I couldn't tell.
Hearing this, Michael hesitated, words on the tip of his tongue, but ultimately, he remained silent.
Betty entered our bedroom, and Michael sighed deeply before heading to the bathroom.
After a while, he returned to the bedroom, his demeanor changed, clearly wounded by Betty's coldness, his sighs heavier and more frequent.
Meanwhile, Betty, now in bed, turned to face me.
She gazed at my sleeping face, her expression complex and unreadable.
Eventually, she turned away, but not before gently touching the corner of her eye.
I replayed the surveillance footage and zoomed in to see a faint tear glistening at the edge of her eye—a tear that spoke volumes.
It suggested that her cold words might not reflect her true feelings, perhaps a façade to protect Michael from further hurt.
After watching the footage, I finally understood what had transpired in those brief 20 minutes.
It was surprising, yet somehow better than I had anticipated.
Two people, once entangled in a forbidden intimacy, had met in a moment that led to an instinctive physical connection.
Betty's rejection, however, left Michael feeling sorrowful.
Seeing Betty's tear, I felt uneasy, yet upon reflection, perhaps she deserved some understanding.
After all, she is a woman led by her emotions.
And Michael?
He's still a child in many ways, still healing.
Perhaps that's the only reason I can find to forgive him...