Chapter 2: Confrontation
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Last night, Lillian's fever had persisted. I had barely slept, keeping vigil by my daughter's side, applying cold compresses to her forehead, counting each breath, praying she would get better. The fever finally broke in the early morning, and her eyes returned to their normal color. But this episode was more severe than previous ones, confirming my decision to return to Silver Moon Town was the right one, despite all the painful memories here.
"Ms. Sterling, Mr. Hamilton is waiting for you," the receptionist smiled.
I nodded, following her directions to the principal's office, my heartbeat quickening with each step. I had dropped Lillian off at school, but still worried her symptoms might return at any moment. My phone was in my jacket pocket, ready to receive any call from the school.
"Dr. Sterling, welcome back to Silver Moon University," the principal warmly shook my hand. "It's wonderful to have one of our distinguished alumni return to fill this position."
"Thank you for the opportunity," I smiled back, trying to hide my unease.
"Please, have a seat. We're waiting for one more participant. Ah, here he is."
The office door opened, and I felt a familiar presence wash over me. I didn't need to turn around to know who had entered. My body recognized him before my mind did, every cell screaming his presence.
"Sorry I'm late," that deep voice said, cutting into my memories like a knife.
I forced myself to remain calm, slowly turning around. Derek Ravencraft stood there, as perfectly heartbreaking as ever. His tall frame was accentuated by a well-tailored suit, but most captivating were those deep gray eyes. When his gaze fell on me, those cold eyes flashed with an emotion I couldn't interpret.
"Mr. Ravencraft, this is our newly hired counselor, Dr. Isabella Sterling."
"Pleased to meet you, Mr. Ravencraft," I extended my hand, my voice surprisingly steady despite my trembling heart.
Derek took my hand, his touch burning my skin. "Dr. Sterling, I've heard great things about you."
His eyes looked directly into mine, as if searching for something. I knew he was suspicious, wondering if I was the same "Bella" from eight years ago. But I had prepared thoroughly—the current me with elegant long hair and professional attire was a far cry from the punk-styled girl of years past.
After the meeting, I quickly gathered my files, preparing to leave. I needed distance from him, from the complex emotions he stirred.
"Dr. Sterling," Derek's voice came from behind me, "may I have a word?"
I took a deep breath, turning to face him. "Of course, Mr. Ravencraft."
We walked to a quiet corner in the hallway. Derek got straight to the point, the warmth in his eyes gone. "Bella, did you think I would forget your... scent?"
"...I don't know what you're talking about," I maintained my smile, though my heart was beating so fast I could barely breathe.
Derek suddenly moved closer, trapping me between the wall and his body. His scent surrounded me, familiar yet strange. "That child is mine, isn't she?"
I felt anger rising from deep within me. "You're going too far, Mr. Ravencraft. Please step aside." My voice trembled, not from fear, but from suppressed fury.
"Why did you suddenly disappear eight years ago?" Derek didn't back down, pain flashing in his eyes. "Do you know how long I looked for you?"
Looked for me? I couldn't help but scoff, the wound in my heart reopening. "Was that after you told me it was just a game?" My voice nearly broke, but I refused to cry in front of him.
Derek's expression turned confused. "What game? Bella, I never said those things."
"Enough!" I pushed him away, feeling dizzy. "I didn't come back to hear your lies. I came back for my daughter. She needs treatment."
"She is my child, isn't she?" Derek asked again, his voice carrying a hint of vulnerability and longing.
I looked directly into his eyes, those eyes I once drowned in. "Lillian is my child. That's all. If you harass us again, I'll call the police."
I turned and walked away, my heart pounding like thunder, my legs barely supporting me. Derek didn't follow, but I could feel his gaze following me, burning into my back.
Once out of the principal's office area, I leaned against the wall, trying to steady my breathing. This was much harder than I had anticipated. Derek Ravencraft still had the ability to make my heart race, even after everything that had happened. I hated that feeling, hated my own weakness.
But what confused me more was his reaction. He genuinely seemed not to know about those cruel words he'd spoken, not to remember that rainy night. Was this some new deception? Or... I dared not think further, dared not fall into the trap of hope again.
