Ang Mutya Ng Section E (Book - 3) English (On-going)

Keifer's POV

"I have to finish some business," I said over the phone.

["Keigan is getting angry! I don't know what to tell him!"]

"Just say it's for Keiren."

I ended the call and set the phone down. After washing my face, I adjusted the baseball cap on my head.

Holding the notebook where I had written down everything Jay-Jay and I discussed in our video call, I stood by the nurse's station, waiting for the doctor I needed to see.

Fortunately, Jay-Jay and Keigan's doctor worked at the same hospital. I had brought my brother to her before, after he returned to us following his kidnapping by our monstrous father.

I noticed a woman in a sky-blue Sunday dress walking toward the nurse's station. She adjusted her glasses before speaking.

"Is someone looking for me?" she asked the nurse, who then pointed at me.

As I approached her, she studied me intently, her eyes full of recognition. I adjusted my cap so she could see my face clearly.

"Keifer? What brings you here?"

"I have a case to discuss."

"Is it about your brother? He hasn't come back for the tests I told him he needed. How is he? It's been months since he was last here."

I froze for a moment, trying to process what she said. I had brought Keigan to her two years ago. Had he really come back just a few months ago?

"S-so far, so good," I replied, forcing a smile.

"Let's talk in my clinic," she said, turning to walk ahead.

I followed her. Her clinic wasn't far from the nurse's station.

Inside, it looked more like a business office than a doctor's clinic. Shelves full of books lined the walls, a wide carpet covered the floor, and a long sofa sat in front of an elegant executive desk.

"Have a seat," she said, motioning toward the sofa.

I sat down as she took a seat on the opposite side.

"Would you like some coffee? Juice? Or maybe a soda?"

"I'll get straight to the point. This isn't about Keigan—it's about someone else."

She looked surprised but remained silent, letting me continue. She listened attentively as I explained the situation, making sure I didn't leave out any details.

I described everything—the moment she saw blood, tasted it, and how her personality completely changed. I explained what she said, what she did, the aftereffects, and how she felt afterward. The only name I mentioned was Jay-Jay's.

"From what you're describing, it sounds like she may have Multiple Personality Disorder. But this is the first time I've heard of someone being attracted to blood before switching personalities. And you said she responds when you call her name?" she asked, resting her elbow on the armrest. "Something must have happened in her past. Do you know anything about it?"

"From what I've gathered, she was abused by her mother's husbands."

"That could explain it. It might be Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD). But I can't confirm anything unless you bring her in for evaluation."

"I don't know if I can do that. She's afraid to see a psychiatrist."

She shook her head. "You need to bring her in as soon as possible, Keifer. We can't predict what's going on in her mind. Right now, all I can offer is a theory. Without proper tests and observation, this could turn into something more serious." She sighed. "Just like your brother."

My forehead creased. "What do you mean?"

"Based on his previous symptoms, he could be suffering from Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID)—which, as I mentioned before, is the same as Multiple Personality Disorder."

I cut her off. "Keigan might have DID?"

So Keigan had come here without me knowing. And now she was telling me he might be suffering from this?

"How can you be sure?" I asked, my voice tense.

She looked at me, confused. "Hasn't your brother told you anything?"

I didn't answer. I didn't want her to think Keigan was keeping secrets from me, but at the same time, I didn't want to lie. But I didn't have to say anything—she figured it out herself.

"What have you noticed about your brother?" she asked, leaning forward slightly.

I looked away, staying silent.

Whether I wanted to admit it or not, I had noticed something was wrong. From the day he returned, I knew something was off. That's why I took him to a psychiatrist in the first place—but that only pushed him further away from me.

After that, I chose not to force him into anything that might make him distance himself again. I couldn't risk losing him. But maybe turning a blind eye had been a mistake. Maybe I had ignored something too important.

"I need you and your brother's cooperation, Keifer," she said. "You can't help him if you keep avoiding the issue."

What if she was right?

"K-Keigan does things I can't explain," I admitted.

She picked up a pen and paper as I began listing everything I had noticed about him—all the strange behaviors, the changes, and even what Keiren had told me before.

As I spoke, guilt started creeping in. I had doubted my own brother. It was as if I had told him I didn't trust him. And trust was the only thing Keigan had ever asked of me.

"This might be worse than I expected. We need to have Keigan tested. I have a colleague who specializes in cases like this. I highly recommend—"

"No," I cut in. "I'm sorry, but I won't put my brother through another evaluation. I don't want to see him suffer through the same process again."

I stood up, and she did the same.

"I want him to tell me the truth on his own terms. I won't force him."

She sighed but gave me a small, understanding smile. "I understand. But you still have to try."

I gave a short nod. "Thank you, Doctor."

She walked with me to the door of her clinic. We both stopped—me already outside and her standing right at the door.

"If you can't bring your brother here, at least bring that girl you're helping."

"I'll try."

We bid our goodbyes, and I started walking back to Ci-N's hospital room. As I made my way through the hallway, I noticed Eren and Blaster strolling ahead. I adjusted my baseball cap and quickened my pace. They're probably checking out the female nurses.

When I reached Ci's room, as expected, he was playing on his PS4. I sat down on the long sofa across from his bed.

"How was the walk?" he asked, eyes still fixed on the screen.

"So far, so good," I replied, leaning forward and resting my elbows on my knees.

"Didn't Jay-Jay get suspicious about the video call?"

"No. She just asked if I knew anything about what you were doing."

"And what was your answer?"

"Namba-girl in London—YES! I WON!" he suddenly shouted, waving his hands in victory.

My jaw dropped. Did he just say namba-babae? He told Jay-Jay that I'm having an affair abroad?!

I couldn't believe it.

All this time, I thought he was helping me with Jay-Jay, and now he's out here spreading nonsense.

I stood up and walked toward him, gripping the back of his wheelchair and turning him to face me.

"You told Jay-Jay that I'm having an affair?" I asked, my tone serious.

"It was a joke" he said, flashing a peace sign with his fingers.

I let go of his wheelchair and returned to the sofa, lying down and using my cap to cover my face. I really thought he meant it. That wasn't a funny joke.

"I feel like Jay-Jay misses you," Ci-N said, his game still playing in the background. "Come back," he added.

I didn't respond. I pretended to sleep so he wouldn't bother me. I got the message and didn't push further. I was exhausted and pissed at the same time. I had sent the jet back after Edrix called me. He had bad news.

Jay-Jay couldn't fight Mykel, and on top of that, her illness had worsened. Ci-N's legs were nearly broken because of them. And all of this happened because I wasn't here to protect them.

When I arrived at the hospital, I found them in critical condition. My anger nearly consumed me. I wanted to smash Mykel Mitchell's face right in front of Jay-Jay and Ci-N. He was lucky I couldn't find him.

My Jay-Jay was hurt.

I wanted so badly to visit her, but how could I when our classmates were always around her? I could only approach Ci-N since he was alone in his room.

We talked, and I learned what had happened. When I saw him walking like a turtle, that was when Mykel's group attacked him.

If only I had come back sooner.

I also found out that Jay had lost herself again. Something was off with her, something I couldn't quite put my finger on. This wasn't normal.

Seeing blood and turning into someone he's not… that's why I told Ci-N to go check on Jay-Jay. But when he got to the door of her room, he turned around and came back, saying he forgot what he was supposed to ask.

We almost argued before settling on something that would let Jay and me talk.

A video call.

We even borrowed a laptop from his doctor and nurse acquaintances. I took him back to Jay's room, but, as expected, he managed to annoy me.

The result?

Jay-Jay screamed at the top of her lungs because she thought Ci-N was a ghost when he appeared in the doorway.

The video call went well, though. I finally got to see her. A few scars were visible on her face, and her hands were wrapped in bandages. The sight of her like that crushed me—I wasn't there when she needed me most.

I kept our conversation focused on my reason for calling. I didn't want it to end in tears.

But it wasn't enough. Yes, I saw her, but I couldn't hold her. I sat up just as Ci-N turned to face me.

"Where?" he asked innocently.

"I… I think I need some fresh air."

"My fart is fresh," he said with a grin.

I winced. "But it's suffocating in here," I replied, putting my baseball cap back on.

I stood up and walked out. The hallway was quiet except for a nurse passing by. It was late. I must have been lying down and thinking for a long time.

My steps were steady but unhurried. Jay's room wasn't far from Ci-N's, so I reached it quickly.

As I approached, the door suddenly opened, and her mother stepped out. I immediately adjusted my baseball cap to avoid being recognized.

I tried to walk normally. Luckily, she didn't suspect anything and just kept going. I watched her for a moment before slipping into Jay's room.

I slowly closed the door and locked it. I didn't want anyone to disturb us. And there she was.

My queen. 🩷

I approached Jay-Jay, who was fast asleep. She looked so peaceful, but I knew she wasn't. Gently, I brushed away the strands of hair covering her beautiful face. ❤️

"I'm so sorry for letting this happen," I whispered before pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.

I gazed at her for a while. A few minutes weren't enough. I wanted to look at her forever.

I reached for her hand but hesitated when I saw the bandages wrapped around it. My fists clenched instinctively.

Damn you, Mykel.

"I'll make you pay for what you did to Jay-Jay."

I took my secret phone from my pocket and dialed Edrix's number.

["Keifer..."]

"Any update?"

["I didn't find anything, but Rory did,"] he said. I heard some rustling sounds before Rory's voice came through.

["The idiot didn't leave the city! He's in an exclusive penthouse not far from Yuri's building."]

"Text me the exact address," I said before ending the call.

I turned to Jay and gently caressed her cheek.

"I'll make him pay for you," I whispered then kissed her lips briefly. ❤️

As soon as I received the text, I quickly ran out. But just as I closed the door, I noticed Jay's mom walking back.

Her eyebrows furrowed as she looked at me.

I adjusted my baseball cap and quickened my pace. We passed each other, but then she suddenly spoke.

"Watson." Her voice was calm but firm.

I stopped—something I shouldn't have done.

"What were you doing in my daughter's room?" Her tone carried a hint of suspicion.

I turned slightly. "I just wanted to see her before I left."

She crossed her arms over her chest. "Is that so?"

"I didn't do anything disrespectful," I assured her—except for kissing Jay while she was asleep.

"I know how your mind works," she said. "Just make sure."

"I'm telling the truth," I insisted.

She raised an eyebrow. I knew she had never trusted me, not from the beginning. She always looked at me differently, unlike how she looked at Yuri. Whenever she caught me watching her, she would smile, but I knew there was something behind it.

"Didn't Jay-Jay wake up?" she asked.

I shook my head. "She's sleeping peacefully."

"That's good."

"Please don't tell Jay-Jay that I came to see her," I pleaded.

"For what reason?"

I swallowed hard, trying to come up with a convincing excuse. I wasn't sure if she knew what had happened between us.

"If you don't want to say, don't," she said. "I'm not forcing you." Then she turned and continued walking toward Jay's room.

I let out a sigh of relief. I just hoped she wouldn't mention it to Jay. I'd owe her if she didn't.

I picked up my pace and headed straight for the exit. I didn't waste time and quickly hailed a taxi, giving the driver the address Edrix had texted me.

It wasn't long before I arrived. Rory was right—it really wasn't far from Yuri's building. And yet, Yuri hadn't even noticed him. The guard tried to stop me at the entrance, but the moment I handed him my ID, his expression changed.

"S-Sir?"

"It's fine. I'm just visiting a friend," I said, walking past him.

Inside the elevator, I clenched my fists, making my knuckles crack. I'll break every bone in his body. I'll make him cry and bleed.

For my Jay-Jay.