Chapter 6 The Real And The Fake Kyle
- Worry was etched between Evan’s brows. “I understand. I’ll be there soon!”
- After ending the call, Evan’s entire demeanor gave off a cold vibe, causing the temperature in the room to drop abruptly.
- Nicole shivered, petrified by how he currently looked.
- “Change of plans. Letting you die in a car accident is too mild a punishment. You should atone for your sins first.”
- Atone for my sins?
- What... What does he have in mind?
- Nicole was too caught up in her thoughts to notice that Evan had already opened the door and given an order to the bodyguards outside.
- “Keep an eye on this woman. Under no circumstances is she allowed to leave this room. And certainly not without my permission.”
- Only then did Nicole come back to her senses.
- He’s holding me prisoner here! But my three kids are still waiting for me at the dessert shop!
- “Hey!”
- Before Evan stepped out, she quickly jumped off the bed and chased after him.
- However, she was still a step too late.
- The door was slammed shut into her face with a loud bang.
- ...
- A silver Rolls-Royce slowly drove up to Hillside Villa, where two rows of maids had already respectfully lined up on both sides of the porch.
- “Mr. Seet!” They greeted him in unison.
- After Evan slammed the car door shut, he carried two packed boxes of cheesecakes and hurried upstairs with an anxious expression.
- “How’s Kyle?” His voice was chilly when he asked his butler, Blake, who was walking beside him.
- “He threw up blood again just now...” Blake said, his voice shaking slightly.
- “Has he had his medicine?”
- Blake heaved a sigh and replied, “Kyle poured it away again.”
- Evan paused for a moment and frowned. “Alright.”
- Once they were upstairs, Evan realized that Kyle’s room was locked from the inside. He carefully tried turning the doorknob, but it wouldn’t budge.
- “I don’t wanna drink it!” A child’s protest came from inside the room.
- “Open the door, Kyle. It’s Dad!” Evan urged him in a harsh tone, the command in his voice matching his unyielding stance.
- All noise ceased in the room that instant.
- Soon after that, the door was unlocked with a clack.
- A handsome young boy who resembled a delicate doll stood on the other side of the door. His complexion was pale as he stared at Evan with red-rimmed eyes and an aggrieved pout on his lips.
- “I don’t wanna drink the medicine, Dad.”
- “Be a good boy, Kyle. You’re sick, so you need to take your medicine to get better.” Evan bent down to caress Kyle’s mop of hair.
- Evan was notoriously known to be cold and ruthless. Hence, the rare occurrence of him exhibiting patience and affection only happened when his son was involved.
- “I said I don’t wanna drink it! And I’m not sick!”
- Suddenly, Kyle seemed distressed for some reason. Then, he shoved Evan’s hand away with a rebellious look on his face, resembling an angered lion cub.
- “What exactly do you want then, Kyle?” Evan was beside himself with rage.
- Kyle’s big and round eyes reddened again, and his lips started to tremble. “I want my mommy.”
- Mommy?
- Evan immediately thought of the woman who tried to play dumb in front of him.
- Five years ago, that woman faked her death and cold-heartedly sent away her infant son to the Seet family.
- But in reality, she’s been living happily over the past five years!
- Kyle, on the other hand, has been sick ever since he was a child. And all the while suffering from the lack of a mother’s love!
- Damn you, Nicole! You don’t deserve to be a mother at all!
- Taking in a deep breath, Evan articulated every word and said, “Kyle, I’ll say it again, so listen carefully. Your mother is dead. You only have me - your dad!”
- “I don’t wanna hear it! You’re lying. You’re lying!” Kyle covered his ears with both hands, his face contorted in anger.
- With a loud bang, Kyle slammed the door shut and quickly locked it again.
- “Mr. Seet, Kyle is, after all, only a child...” The butler said apprehensively.
- “Confiscate his Lego and iPad later! It’s time to let him reflect on his actions!”
- With a somber expression, Evan turned to walk away but paused after two steps. “Also, tell the kitchen to continue boiling the medicinal herbs!”
- ...
- At the entrance of The Passion.
- Juan’s obsidian eyes surveyed the brightly lit bar.
- He glanced down at the location tracker on his wrist. Yes. Mommy is here.
- The three of them had waited for their mother at the dessert store for a very long time, but she never appeared.
- Worried that something had happened to their mother, Juan told Nina to take Maya home first while he went to look for their mother.
- This was the first time Juan came to a place like this. As soon as he entered the bar, he saw men and women swaying wildly to the beat on the dance floor; it was a mess of tangled bodies.
- The pounding music was deafening, and the chaotic atmosphere made his head hurt.
- Yet, he didn’t linger around but instead directly ran towards the private rooms at the back of the bar.
- The GPS shows that Mommy is at the back.
- However, Juan was stumped to come face to face with rooms that all looked the same. There are so many rooms here. How is it possible to find Mommy?
- Just when he fell into deep thought with a frown, a voice sounded from behind him.
- “Is that you, Kyle? What are you doing here?”
- Hearing that voice, Juan turned around. Then, he lifted his head to look at the towering man in black with doubt swirling in his eyes.