The Love From Vengeance (Ariel and Luke) novel Chapter 145

145 JOYFUL NOTES 

ANDRE’S POV 

I stood still, eyes fixed on my mother as she walked up to me. I was supposed to go pay Ariel a visit at the hospital, cause I had a feeling she would be there. Now I was being delayed by my parents. Just great, I was the one who brought this upon myself. I woke up, got ready for work, forgetting that about Ariel. 

“You’re going to work?” My mother asked, she had gotten a little bit closer to me. 

“Yes. But I’ll be going to the hospital first to see how Ariel and Luke are doing.” 

“Oh right. We should go and see them, don’t you think?” 

“You want to come along?” 

“Yes, of course. Ariel is like a daughter to me, so I really need to check up on her.” 

“Okay then, we can start leaving now.” 

“Woah woah woah, young man. Not so fast” my mother spoke, and I gave her a curious look. 

“Anything?” 

“Yes, I thought you were wounded last night.” She crossed her arms. 

“Yes. Yes I was,” I responded. 

“And you’re feeling better now?” 

“Yes,” I answered and let out a sigh. “I am feeling better now,” I added. Honestly, when I woke up this morning, took my bath, and put on my clothes, I totally forgot I got some scars on my body. Like, it wasn’t even painful. It was like nothing happened last night. 

“Are you sure about that?” My mother gave me a skeptical look. 

“Of course Elizabeth,” my father chimed in. “Can’t you see how he’s standing and talking boldly?” 

“Well I can see that.” 

“Exactly! My son is a strong man, and he took it from his father.” 

My mom burst into laughter immediately. 

“Why are you laughing?” My dad asked, giving her a puzzled face. “I’m strong, right? Bold like the Batman.‘ 

My mom refused to answer, as her laugh got harder. And seeing her cracking up like that, caused me to laugh silently. 

“Oh Manuel. Aren’t you just so funny?” She fixed her hand on his shoulder. 

“What?” My dad gaped at her. 

“Remember this one time when we went camping and you got chased by bees,” my mother reminded him. 

“Okay, those weren’t no ordinary bees.” He tried to defend. 

My mom continued with her elfish tone, taunting him. “Oh tell me more about it.” 

“You know what? I’m out of here.” My dad marched upstairs. 

My mom continued laughing, but I rolled my eyes, not giving her the playful mode. “Mom, you got to stop laughing. Time’s not on my side. 

“Oh sorry,” she said, putting an end to her laughter. “We should get going then. But have do you perhaps know where Mason is? I haven’t seen him since morning.” 

“I don’t know, but he stormed out of the house last night.” 

“He did that?” she raised an eyebrow. 

“Yes,” I sighed, and walked out of the house. 

“Hey, wait for me!” I could hear her screaming from behind. 

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ARIEL’S POV 

In the sterile hospital room, I sat perched on the edge of my uncomfortable plastic chair, gazing out the window at the dreary cityscape beyond. The beeping of machines and the faint murmurs of nurses outside the door created a dull backdrop to my thoughts, which were heavy with worry and exhaustion. I had been in that room for what felt like an eternity, waiting for news about Luke’s 

condition. 

The moment we entered the hospital, he just fell on the floor, and began to shudder. The scene was really frightening, but thank God we had already arrived at the hospital when it happened. He was rushed to a room by the nurses, and doctors. Now I just hoped nothing bad would happen to him. The silence was suffocating, and I longed for a moment of respite from the anxiety that gnawed 

at me. 

music, growing louder with each passing moment. I furrowed my brow in confusion, wondering where the festive sounds could be coming from in such a somber place. Then, as if materializing out of thin air, a group of Mexican musicians burst into the room, their vibrant energy filling the sterile space with life. 

Dressed in colorful traditional attire reminiscent of old Western movies, the musicians sported wide–brimmed hats, embroidered shirts, and polished leather boots. They carried guitars, trumpets, and maracas, their fingers flying expertly over the strings and keys, producing a cacophony of joyful melodies that seemed to dance through the air. 

My eyes widened in surprise as the musicians began to play, their infectious 

melancholy reverie. The room was transformed