Sins Of The Father

Later, I found out that they were on their way to visit me when they met with an unfortunate accident.

Ridden with guilt, I tried to become a better person and a better sister to my brother but because of how I’d treated him and our parents, he wasn’t ready to forgive me so easily.

Since I was already an adult, Diego was given an opportunity to either live with me or go to an orphanage and without hesitation, Diego chose an orphanage over me.

It took me four years of persistence to finally earn Diego’s forgiveness and convince him to move in with me, though I never stopped feeling guilty for my parents' death.

By then, I was already doing my medical residency at MTH(McMahone Teaching Hospital) and was getting some money which was enough to sustain us.

It was only when I decided to enroll him in school that I found out he had to drop out of school for three years while I attended medical school.

"I know you've gone through a lot because of this selfish sister of yours but I promise I will make it up to you. I am getting a good pay from MTH and…"

"That man is everything but good, big sis. I wish you could stay away from him.” Diego quickly interrupted me.

There was something in his voice that showed concern and worry at the same time.

He went on to tell me how our family has been on bad terms with him ever since I left and how he believed our parents’ death might be a murder.

Apparently, it was because of mom's sickness he didn't know the details of the issue.

I couldn’t just disregard his observation because he was the one that was close to our parents for all these years and for a 14 years old, he was quite smart and observant.

But at first, I thought it was just the typical accusations patients' families haul on doctors when their loved one can't be saved by them until I stumbled upon an ongoing experiment document that had my mother's womb as the test subject, my doubts raised and I began to make my investigations.

I tried to confront Dr. McMahone about it but he became unreachable. I was made to know my place at the hospital by his secretary. I decided to focus on my work at the hospital to avoid ruining my years of hard work by getting fired but when the success of McMahone’s experiment on mom broke the internet, I knew something big and horrible was going on.

Something that could destroy the image of a famous man like him.

Something a person like him could kill for.

I began to take Diego’s word more seriously as I began to conduct my investigation thanks to the help of a college friend who was now interning at a Washington Police Station.

Diego ended up being right. There was foul play in the accident record.

I was so disheartened by my findings that I decided to take a break from work while I tried to bring such a powerful man to justice but the worst news of my life came through another horrifying call.

“Your brother was involved in an accident and has just been rushed to the MTH.”

My heart stopped for a while. I felt so dizzy I had to hold the headboard of my bed for support. All I could hear was the blaring sound coming from the police and ambulance siren.

It took me almost five minutes to finally regain my balance and as soon as I did, I ran straight to the hospital.

I hobbled through the hallway of the emergency room, checking each and every room I passed in search of my brother.

I had hope. I had hoped that Diego would be fine just like the last time. I kept my hopes high up until I saw three nurses pushing a stretcher into the elevator leading to the morgue.

The size of the patient was equivalent to that of my fourteen-year-old brother. Its whole body was covered with a white sheet covered in blood. I swallowed hard as I scanned the little part of the body that was uncovered and then I realized it was a boy.

I hesitated and prayed silently but my fear came to pass when the boy’s hand slipped out of the sheet. Unfortunately, I recognized the wristwatch on his wrist and my whole world crashed before my eyes.

I screamed my lungs out and ran towards the elevator but before I could reach him, the door closed on me.

The next few days were the worst days of my life as the images of my dear brother kept flashing before my eyes everywhere around our little apartment.

His death was ruled as a hit-and-run but later on, the driver turned himself in.

I didn’t dare go into Diego’s room as I was overwhelmed with guilt and regret. I lost interest in my job and instead became a drunk. I spent all my savings on drinking and gambling.

I forgot to pay house rent for half a year and ended up getting an eviction letter.

Finally, I was forced to empty Diego’s room as I had to move back to Marklesburg.

During the move, I found an interesting file in his room and after going through it, I realized Diego had been secretly investigating our parents’ death.

In the end, I found out his death was also not a coincidence. It wasn’t an accident but rather another murder in disguise.

Diego was only 14 when he was brutally murdered but he did a lot more for our family than I did in 23 years.

In a bid to confront him, I went to his house and caused a scene and on my way back home a van ran me over.

Six months later, I woke up to a new face and a new identity.

Apparently, my face was fatally injured when my body was found along the shores of a river.

I was found by an FBI Agent Miller Ackhurst, who heard my story and was ready to help me get my revenge.

Apparently, Miller has been on his case for a while now and we both needed each other to bring him down.

In all my years of working with Hudson McMahone, I knew the three things that meant the world to him.

His Son, His Name, and His Career.

I will do anything to destroy them.

Diana Garcia died that day as I became a Spy Agent Bela Armani.