Chapter 89. A Dark Pool of Lost Memories

Roman's POV

"How come Nana hasn't come to see me yet?" I asked Damien as he cut up some apples for me. 

He halted, placed the half sliced apple, and knife on the plate before exchanging glances with Nathan. 

Nathan had come to visit me earlier with some of my staff, but my staff had already left. 

"I noticed something. Each time I ask you about her, you stylishly change the subject. Did something happen to her?" I darted Damien an accusatory stare. 

I had asked him about my grandmother the first time he came to visit me after I regained consciousness, but somehow, he managed to change the topic to the rising stocks of my company. 

Back then, I didn't really pay any attention to it. 

But when I asked him the question again a few days ago, he excused himself from the conversation and claimed he had to take an emergency call, even though his phone hadn't rang in my presence. 

"Is she dead?" I whispered,