Ellen thanked the hack motorist and walked into the lobby of the extension. She walked to the event and had to state her destination before she went through.
“ Room 214, Mr. Anderson.”
“ Am sorry ma’am. Mr. Anderson left no instructions to allow you up.” The receptionist said dryly and continued painting her nails. A surge of Shame hit Elle and her face turned red as a tomato. To be denied entry, she who had Cole wrapped around her pinky formerly upon a time. Boy oh boy. But she had to see him, one way or another. She had to swallow her pride and call him.
After a couple of rings, Cole picked up. She could smell the disinclination from afar down but she steeled herself and contended.
“ Can you allow me to come up, Cole, please? There’s a commodity I need to tell you. Please …”
After a long silence, Cole agreed and Elle went up. There was no excitement when Cole saw her and he sounded eager to get relieved of her. The ice in her heart solidified further as she spoke about the purpose of her improvisational visit. Suddenly, Cole wanted nothing to do with her. He was unfit to ignore her history. A history he'd been part of. The same situation replayed at Dylan’s and Elle’s heart cracked into pieces she walked down robotically and ended up at the old Bridge. She took her phone and called the sanitarium.
“ Hello, nanny, could you please do as I had instructed you before. Shoot the halves to the addresses I gave you before. Amber goes with the operative and Malik with Mr. Anderson. Also, attach the letters I gave you and the DNA results. Please make sure both recipients admit the children are in good condition. Don’t worry about the expenditure, I'm transferring you plutocrat right now. Can you promise me you'll fulfill my wishes?”
“ Rest assured I’ll carry out your plans ma’am “ the nanny intonated loyally.
“Thank you “ Elle rumored.
After hanging up she transferred the plutocrat and also called her family Edith. Before Edith could start questioning her on where she had been she said still.” Edith, there’s a letter in the mantelpiece in a blue envelope. It has everything you need to know. Tell Dylan and Cole ….” She traced. She didn't know what she wanted the men who had been the topmost part of her life to be told. “ Tell them I tried, show them the letter. Tell them I tried … …” her voice broke and she started crying. “ Tell ma and pop that I'm sorry. I'm not good at everything they've done for me. Am sorry Edith, am sorry …” She hang up and threw the phone down the ground in case her family said anything that would make her resoluteness jiggle. She smiled at the raging alluvion below her as she eventually allowed herself to really breathe in.
“ I’ve done my style. Am sorry it isn't enough.” she rumored to the breath. And that was the last anyone ever saw or heard of her again.