One Wild Night

"Are you really not going to tell me what that was about just now?" Harry, who was driving the car, asked Tom, who continued to look out of the window as they returned to the office after leaving the restaurant.

The only thing that kept ringing in Tom's head was Lucy's statement. "That person is Harry's biological mom!"

Harry, who had thought his mother was dead all these years and had always spoken so fondly of her was in for a rude shock when he finds out that his mother had been alive this whole time.

Then what about the birthday gifts Aaron had kept presenting to Harry all those years claiming they were from his mother? Did that mean those gifts had really been from her?

Tom shook his head. Those gifts couldn't possibly have been from her. Hearing how Aaron had reacted to her calls and seeing how Lucy had snapped at him to take Harry away from there, he could only assume that the communication with Sara was a recent development.

"TOM!" Harry snapped at him impatiently, and Tom turned to look at him.

"Can you tell me what you're thinking about so seriously?" Harry asked, and Tom looked at him for a moment as he tried to come up with a lie that was also true.

"Eric Howells called. He is pushing the interview with the Millers forward so I need to give Barry a call and find out what else he has learned about the Millers so we can organize the questions we are giving Eric," Tom said, and Harry raised a brow.

"Am I supposed to believe that was the reason you looked so surprised earlier? That phone call was from Eric?" Harry asked, and then he frowned when something else suddenly occurred to him.

"Is it Jade? Did something happen to her?" He asked, and Tom sighed.

"It's not something I can tell you about right now," Tom said, and Harry's brows furrowed.

"So it is about Jade? What happened to her?" Harry asked once again, not understanding why Tom responded the way he just did.

"No. It's not Jade. It's something else," Tom said with a worried frown.

There was no way he could tell Harry what it was, and now he doubted that he could focus or do anything else at work until he was able to find out what was going on from Lucy.

"What is it? And why can't you tell me about it right now? Is it about me? Hold on," Harry said and turned to Tom with suspicious eyes.

"Is it my dad? Did Lucy call to say something happen to him?" Harry asked in alarm.

"Can you please stop with the questions? Your dad is fine, and everyone else is okay. So, please calm down. I don't want to have to lie to you about this," Tom pleaded as he looked away from Harry, and Harry sighed.

He didn't want to have to lie to him about it? Did that mean that this was about him? Harry mused, "Okay, just one more question, and I will stop worrying about it," Harry said, and Tom turned to him.

"What question?"

"It's not a matter of life and death, is it? Is anyone in danger?"

"As I said, everyone is okay," Tom said, and Harry nodded.

"Okay. That's good enough then. I will rather wait for you to tell me what is wrong in your own time than have you lie to me," Harry said, and Tom sighed in relief.

"Thanks," Tom said, as he relaxed once again. He couldn't wait to get to the office so he could give Lucy a call and find out what was happening.

"By the way, didn't that lady at the restaurant seem familiar to you?" Harry asked, and immediately Tom became tense once again.

"What lady?" Tom asked, and Harry raised a brow.

"Lucy, since she is the only lady you can think of," Harry said dryly as he eyed Tom with displeasure making Tom chuckle despite his upset state.

How many ladies did we interact with at the restaurant?" Harry asked irritably.

"Oh, that lady! She seemed familiar to you?" Tom asked, and Harry shrugged.

"Yeah. Sort of. But I'm not sure. Something about her feels familiar, yet I can swear that I've never seen her before. She has the sort of face that I would never have forgotten if I had ever seen it," Harry said thoughtfully.

"What kind of face?" Tom asked curiously, and Harry narrowed his eyes as he thought of the best way to describe it.

"She almost looks perfect with that strikingly beautiful face, but something about her smile shows her lack of genuineness," Harry said, and Tom raised a brow.

"Lack of genuineness?" Tom asked with interest. He had always known that Harry was a good judge of people's character, but he hadn't expected Harry to draw such conclusion in such a short time. They had barely talked with her for three minutes.

Harry gave him a nod, "Yes. She seems fake and sort of shallow with a lot of insecurities. She also cares too much about her appearance. If I didn't already know the face of your ex-girlfriend's mother, I'd say she was Rebekah Miller," Harry joked, but Tom did not laugh.

"Are you saying this because she was rude to me?" Tom asked since Harry wasn't exactly the type to bad-mouth other people unless they went against his friends, and Tom also knew that Harry had been upset about the way Sara had been rude to him earlier.

"Well, there is that too. But I'm also just saying what I observed. I can bet my last dime that she must have done a lot of plastic surgeries just to look that way. She barely has wrinkles," Harry said, and Tom merely listened not knowing what to say. He wondered how Harry would feel when he realizes that the lady he was talking about in this manner was his mother.

"Do you think she might be interested in me?" Harry asked, and Tom raised a brow.

"Interested in you? Why would she be interested in you?" Tom asked with a slight frown, and Harry chuckled.

"I don't know, but didn't you notice how she kept staring at me in a funny way? And she also wanted me to have lunch with her and her friend. I wonder who her friend is," Harry said, and Tom almost sighed in relief when he noticed they were getting close to the company. He couldn't wait to get out of the car and stop having this awkward conversation with Harry.

Harry turned when he noticed how quiet Tom was concerning the issue, "I can see that you don't like her. Don't worry I will turn her down if I cross paths with her again and she tries to make any advances at me," Harry promised as he drove through the company gate, and Tom sat up as he impatiently waited for Harry to park the car so that he could get down and they could both go to their different offices.

He hated that he was lying keeping such a secret from Harry, but then again it wasn't his place to tell. Now he wished he didn't know anything about it.

Away from there, and seated in a cab that was taking them back home, Aaron had a worried frown on his face as he looked at Lucy who was apologizing to him for startling him in the manner she had done earlier by claiming to be his dead child.

"Why did you say all that?" Aaron asked, and Lucy looked at him for a moment without responding to his question.

She did not want to tell him the truth about his daughter who had been given away until she was certain that the girl was alive wherever she was. There would be no need to give him false hope about the existence of his daughter if she was dead already.

"I wanted to startle her into confessing all she did to you so I could record it," Lucy said, and Aaron sighed.

"Did it work? Did she tell you what she wants?" He asked, and Lucy shook her head.

"No, she didn't tell me what she truly wants yet, but you don't have to worry about her approaching Harry anymore. She knows better than to make any trouble for you and Harry after everything I told her," Lucy said, and Aaron looked at her with interest.

"What did you tell her, Lucy? And why did she agree to do as you said?" He asked when he remembered how Sara had agreed with Lucy when she said it was time to leave.

"I told you before. I have the recording of our conversation with her, and I let her I was going to use it as evidence against her to show the world what a terrible person she is, if she doesn't leave you and Harry alone," Lucy said, and Aaron's eyes moved to her handbag.

"Did she admit to something that we can use against her? Can I listen to it?" Aaron asked, and Lucy smiled at him.

"You can, but not yet. I will let you have it after you tell Harry the truth and then you both can listen to it together. For now, I have to do something first before I send the recording to you," Lucy said, not wanting to reveal her relationship with them yet.

"What do you have to do?" Aaron asked curiously.

"I have to find someone. But I can't tell you about the person I'm looking for yet," Lucy said, and Aaron looked at her for a moment before letting out a sigh.

"Okay. If you say so," he said with a nod. Choosing to trust Lucy and let her do what she wanted.

"Thank you," Lucy said with a relieved smile, glad that Aaron had agreed to trust her.

"I should be thanking you. I'm glad that you were with me and I didn't have to meet her alone," Aaron said, and Lucy squeezed his hand softly.

"Me too," Lucy said quietly.

She hoped that Aaron would summon the courage to tell Harry the truth as he had said he would do, while she tried to find Aaron's missing daughter. There was no way Harry would stay angry at Aaron for hiding the truth from him when he listens to the recording and found out what a terrible person Sara really was.

Immediately after they arrived at Harry's apartment, Lucy led Aaron to his bedroom and decided to check his blood pressure with his electronic sphygmomanometer. After she did and found out that it was slightly above the normal range, she asked him to try to get some sleep while she got some work done on her laptop.

"Call me if you need anything," Lucy told Aaron as she tucked his duvet around him before leaving the bedroom.

Immediately Lucy shut the door behind her, she took out her phone from her handbag and dialed Jade's line. She decided to give Jade a call first before calling Tom since she suspected that whatever Jade had wanted to find out earlier was related to what she had learned. If there was one thing the last couple of weeks had taught her, it was the fact that no connection was a coincidence.