Best Defense

Sharing the facts

...Sean Danial Warner POV's....

I hurried into Edward's room with Joe following behind me. Today I decided to tell Edward all the information about Franda's parents that Joe had collected, and we needed to discuss how to get Franda to know about this.

I've kept this matter to myself for a month while wondering if I should open it to others or just leave it alone, but it doesn't feel like it's going to last much longer, considering Franda is still urging me on the whereabouts of the tant. I didn't want him to know this from anyone else and ended up misunderstanding me.

"John!" I called out as soon as Secretary Edward opened the door for me. He was sitting in his chair while examining some of the files that were in front of him, seemingly busy.

Edward looked up at me, then stood up and approached me. "Bro." she replied before hugging me.

I introduced him to Joe and we talked for a while before I told him my purpose in coming to see him. "John, there's something I need to tell you about Franda's parents. I'm telling you, this is not good news, but I think you deserve to know because I also need your advice to deal with this." I said without further ado with a serious face.

Edward raised an eyebrow, watched me and Joe alternately for a while, then spoke. "Why did I suddenly feel bad" he said. "What's wrong?"

I turned to Joe while nodding my head, asking him to re-explain all the information he got about Franda's parents. Joe explained it exactly as he did to me when he came to my office a month ago.

At first Edward seemed not too enthusiastic, but when Joe mentioned about Franda's biological mother who was still alive, his eyes immediately enlarged. "This is impossible, my own father has confirmed the identity of both. He even did a DNA test on the victim of the woman in the car, because at the time of the accident my aunt's face was difficult to recognize, and the results said that the woman was indeed my aunt." edward said after Joe finished his speech.

I put my shoulders back, unable to find the words to answer. Then Edward continued. "Are you sure this information is accurate? Because if my aunt was alive, this would be a new problem for Franda." she said, looking at me anxiously. "Sean, I can't let him know this, so better hide this from him."

"That's impossible, John." I'm afraid. "Sooner or later he'll find out, and I don't want him to hear it from anyone else. It would be best if we were to pass the matter to her."

"But what about his condition? Franda couldn't possibly accept this so easily. I can't possibly watch it crumble again, everything you've worked for will be in vain. And one more thing, don't forget that Franda is pregnant. Just a little misstep, not only she has to worry, but also the baby in the womb."

Edward was right, that was also what was on my mind. I was worried about Franda's psyche as well as our son's development, but I also didn't want to hide this matter any longer from him.

I took a deep breath, thinking about this matter really made me lose my mind. "John, besides hiding this reality from him, what else can we do?" I was desperate, hoping that Edward could say something reasonable as a way out of this problem.

Without a second thought he immediately replied. "none. Until whenever he can't figure this out, just let his mother be there. I assume we never talked about it" he said firmly.

I raised a look of disbelief at Edward while shaking my head. "John, that's not possible. Franda was entitled to know because it was about her parents, she kept urging me by asking about her tant, and I couldn't lie any longer. Franda knows me, I'm not a good liar in front of him." A desperate tone sounded again from my voice.

Edward was silent, his elbows resting on each knee while his hands massaged the base of his nose. He looked frustrated, just like me. I know he's worried about Franda's psyche, I'm worried about the same thing, but the more I think about it, the closer I get to the conclusion; Franda should know. He deserves to know.

I nodded, agreeing with his words. Yes, I have to know everything. "Where's mom? Can we see him now?" I don't want to waste any more time, as soon as this matter has to be resolved.

"Yes, I think he's home. Come on."

Me, Edward, and Joe hurried out of Edward's office and headed straight for his house. Along the way I imagined the worst possible effects if Franda found out that her birth mother was still alive. Needless to say, his mental health will definitely be compromised, and the safety of our child will also be affected.

But beyond that, there is also a chance that Franda will be happy to hear this news. Well, at least his mother is still alive and he can meet her, but of course after all the rejection drama he's going to do.

Judging from any side, his mother was still wrong. She shouldn't have been hiding that long and left her child with someone else, although I myself am very sure her mother must have been monitoring Franda's situation. Because from some of the things conveyed by Joe I can find out that Franda's stepfather is not an arbitrary person. He's powerful enough to command someone to keep an eye on Franda.

"We've arrived, sir." Ameer's voice from the driver's seat pulled my mind back.

I threw a glance and found that we had stopped in front of Edward's house, but I saw Franda's car parked a few meters from my car and Black walked up to me.

"Have my wife been here long?" ask me as soon as he stands in front of me.

"About two hours, sir." said Black.

I nodded, then galloped into the house after Edward who had entered first. Inside, I saw Mom sitting in the living room holding a book in her hand. "Mom," I said.

He looked up and smiled at me. "Hey, would you like to pick up your wife? He was sleeping in the room" he said, pushing his chin up, pointing towards Franda's room.

I followed the direction of his glance before looking at him again. "I'll see it for a while." I muttered, then immediately stepped up as soon as mother nodded her head.

I slowly walked up one by one the stairs until I stopped in front of the room. Not wanting to disturb him, I opened the door slowly. Instantly I was calm to see him slumbering next to Ben. Her hand was under her head, while her other hand was stuck to her distended stomach. Her hair covered part of her face.

I stood in the doorway for a while observing him. He looked very calm and peaceful, and that calmness quickly rubbed off on me, though only temporarily because my mind was still filled with frightening shadows that would happen in the future.

"Sean, I've been waiting in my study."