Somehow, Yugh managed to hail a taxi and get to the hospital. He was treated for his injuries and given pain medication before taking another cab home. Finding the house empty; Mr. Singh, Yusuf, and Kirana were all at work, was a small mercy. He retreated to his room and collapsed onto the bed, every movement a fresh ache. đ
Should I tell Anisa about this? The question echoed in his throbbing head. After turning it over, he made a decision. He would meet her tomorrow and tell her everything. A wave of bitter regret washed over him, why hadn't he thought to record Hasan and his friends? Their vile confessions would have been irrefutable proof. Now, it was just his word against theirs.
Meanwhile, at the studio...
With Yugh still absent, Anisa continued to shoulder the entire workload alone. Amidst the professional chaos, she took time to make personal calls, inviting several of her oldest and closest friends to her wedding, ensuring her special day would be surrounded by those who mattered most. đ©
And at the Manalo residence...
The house was a hive of joyful activity. Neighbors and friends dropped by, offering help with decorations and preparations. Anisa's parents were determined that her wedding day would be just as magnificent as Kirana's, if not more so. They worked tirelessly, pouring their love and effort into crafting a perfect celebration, completely unaware of the dark, manipulative plot at its center and the battered, vengeful truth-teller lying in a silent house a few miles away. đŻ