And quiet disappointment.
He looked at his sister again.
Really looked at her.
Not just at her words, but at the weight she had been carrying.
And for the first time since the confrontation began, the situation no longer looked as simple as betrayal.
Moments later, Okon stood slowly.
He looked at Chida for a moment.
“Come with me. I want you to see our mother,” he said quietly.
Chida hesitated for a brief second, then nodded.
“All right,” she said.
They left the restaurant together and got into the car.
The journey was quiet.
No music. No conversation.
Only silence between them.
But it was not an empty silence.
It was heavy.
Each of them was thinking deeply in their own way, trying to understand everything that had just been revealed.
After a while, the car pulled into the apartment building.
Okon got down first and led the way inside.
Chida followed behind him slowly, almost uncertain of what she would see next.
They walked through the lobby and took the stairs.
Neither of them spoke.
When they reached the room, Okon paused for a moment before opening the door.
He turned the handle gently and pushed it open.
Inside, Mrs. Madara was resting quietly on the bed.
For a second, Chida just stood still at the doorway.
She did not move.
She did not speak.
