Elyana's POV 
Of all the people in the mansion, Dad was the one who couldn't hide his anticipation of Felicity's decision to change. He was trying to change his entire self by altering his way of talking and walking and avoiding the gestures of his hands when he spoke.  
He also wanted us to call him Felipe instead of Felicity since that day, which I found quite suspicious because I often caught him talking seriously to my dad in different parts of the mansion before that happened. The only problem was that I didn't get a chance to know what they had been discussing all those times.  
They kept choosing places where it was hard to eavesdrop. I already asked my mom if she knew anything about what they were discussing, but she told me she had no idea. 
My curiosity grew because of the answer I got from her. A few days before his transformation, I caught them in the garden again when I went outside the veranda after deciding to continue reading the novel I started. 
I changed my plans and immediately went downstairs to sneak into the garden, but to my surprise, I got caught. Not Dad and Felicity, but Mom. 
"What are you doing here, Ellie?" I was trying to hide behind tall plants when she suddenly appeared. 
I immediately moved closer to the plants in front of us and pretended to be doing something there. "I-I'm just removing some dried leaves," I replied, hoping she didn't notice I stammered. 
"You can't fool me. Why are you here peeking at your father and Felipe?" my unconvinced mother asked. 
I stopped acting and turned to her. 
"I came here to get some fresh air, Mom, then I saw them here and I couldn't resist watching. I'm just admiring how adorable they are," I answered, even though I knew she wouldn't believe that either.  
"Ellie, I'm your mother. Every body movement and facial expression you make, I know what it means."  
'Here we go again.' I thought it because that is most of the mothers' favorite line. The mother knows best. 
I considered escaping from her by coming up with another excuse, but she had already begun speaking before I could say anything else. "That is not the way we should stare at our best friend. You have been looking at Felipe differently lately, Ellie. Do you think I couldn't notice?" I got cornered by this.  
It was true that I couldn't stop looking at him. Who wouldn't anyway? Who wouldn't believe that their gay best friend would suddenly decide to cut his hair, dress, walk, and talk like a man? It was so hard to believe and I wanted to know the reason behind it, but I was scared to ask. 
"What do you mean, Mom?" I responded although I knew I was already getting cornered. 
Mom didn't take that sarcasm as a joke anyway. She strangely looked at me. When she crossed her arms into her chest, I knew she was getting serious already and I shouldn't start joking because I might get scolded until my ears bleed. 
I was getting uncomfortable with the way my mom looked at me. It was obvious how she wanted me to tell her things, however, I still doubted how I truly see Felici—I mean Felipe. It was hard to lie to her ever since and even though I was already at that age, I still couldn't master how, but I didn't know how I was going to tell her, "Frankly, Mom—I don't know." This was the only answer, bowing my head. 
"Does that mean you also don't want to know?" She made me lift my head with this. 
I could  
I was lost for words, but I did. I want to know. I just didn't know how or what the consequences would be. 
"If you have a hard time answering that, try to stop looking at him as a person you knew for so long; look at him as a man, on who he was trying to be now and you will eventually find the answer—not only to my question as well as all the questions inside your mind right now," Mom advised me. 
She was right, though. I'd been looking at him as the Felicity I knew—my gay best friend and not as what he was trying to go back into. 
I faced the direction where my father and he stood. They were still talking seriously and they seemed not to know we were around at that time.  
As I looked intently into Felipe, I tried doing what Mom advised me to do. I pictured him as a man—someone masculine—as I tried to remember all the things he had done for me.  
He kept nodding when I was watching him behind those tall plants. All I could see was his side, but his face was that clear in my head.  
My heart started pounding and I could even feel it in my pulse. 
"If only Felipe had made this decision earlier than this, we wouldn't be having this kind of issue. I might have three or four grandchildren by now for sure."  
"Mom!" I stopped here. I accidentally raised my voice because I couldn't believe she would daydream such a thing. 
I bit my lower lip when she gave me a sharp glance. I thought she would stop but this was what I got.  
"What? I'm just stating a fact. If only you listened to me when I told you my judgment on Lucas, your marriage life wouldn't be miserable. He wouldn't have hurt you. No crazy Diane would have ruined your married life, no divorce would have happened, you wouldn't have been depressed, you shouldn't have soaked in the hot water in the tub and ended up in the hos—" 
"Wait, Mom, how did you know I was depressed? And that tub incident—" I interrupted her.  
I wouldn't be shocked if she knew about the tub incident because of Lucas and Diane, but the time I got depressed was something I hid from most people. 
"Your Dad and I knew everything that happened to you here. With Felipe's help. He often gave indirect updates, but the time you got depressed, we heard it from Eugene. She was also the one who helped us convince your best friend to help you adjust and heal—" Mom stopped speaking right after her voice broke while telling me the story of how she found out.  
"I'm sorry, Ellie. We were uncomfortable not knowing what was going on with you here. It's also hard for us to let you go because we know that you needed alone time in those times. We sought your best friend's help because we knew he could be a great companion." 
"Those times are over now, Mom. I appreciate what every one of you did to help me get through those tough times. Let's move on to that."  
"Are you not mad?" Mom asked as if she would be afraid if I told her I was.  
"No," I replied, chuckling. "Why would I?" I continued. I was smiling at her to show her I was not, but with my mom's expression, that smile vanished in an instant. 
 She seemed to have something more to say. "Something wrong, Mom?" I inquired when she went silent.  
"I just suddenly remembered Lucas's mother," she hesitantly replied. 
"That poor lady had been too kind to me. How is she?" I uttered in return. She looked away, which made me furrowed. 
"Do you want to know?" She asked me first, then without second thought. 
Although I get it, it seemed she received one big piece of news, and from the look of it, it was something unpleasant. "You're scaring me, Mom. What happened to her?" I asked when I no longer couldn't wait. 
"She's dying," she answered, like a whisper, but too loud for me and it sounded like a scream. 
"Oh gosh," I uttered, cupping my mouth in the hope nobody had heard me. 
I was lost for a moment, trying to absorb the news and as I let that information sink in, Mom continued telling me everything she knew that kept her from giving me updates about the two annoying people I knew. 
Diane had been admitted to a mental institution at the request of her parents because they were afraid that something would harm people, especially me, whom she hated so much because of Lucas.  
I realized how obsessed she was with Lucas—she wouldn't think twice when it came to harming people just for her to get what she wanted. 
In all the news I heard, what made me happy was hearing Lucas help his mother come out of his father's shadow. Eventually, they found out that the lady had been hiding what she had been enduring for so long and it was already too late for them to save her.  
She had breast cancer and the doctors couldn't cure her anymore. Lucas decided to take all his assets from his father's real estate company and start a new business now that he no longer had any connections to his dad.  
I was quite impressed by the steps he took. His mother deserves all the love and time she could get to fill those long years she suffered next to her manipulative husband. 
The doctor concluded that she would only live for two years, but because she requested to quit all her medications, that period would be less than concluded.  
"I want to visit her," I decided.  
"Are you sure? You will also see—" 
"I know, Mom, but I wouldn't be there for him. I'm going to visit his mother," I confidently answered. 
"If that's what you want," she uttered, but she seemed to be still doubting me.