
Taylor opened the door of the tent, letting the son of his superior enter. "Please come in, young master."
The boy only glanced briefly at Taylor, then stepped his foot in.
"So you, Mr. that time." Said Justin pretending after dealing with his Daddy.
"Yes, my name is Vard. Do you know who I am?"
"Should I know you?"
"Yes, it has to be. You remember the first time we met you said what to me? You said why your face is the same as mine, so do you think we are both very similar? If I say I'm your Daddy, do you believe me?" Vard said expectantly.
"Master, I came here to return these expensive things, I can't take them. I'm not coming to hear your delusion, because my Daddy's long dead and if he's alive I hope he'll die. I've long assumed it doesn't exist in this world anymore, you know why?"
Vard's body trembled violently, not expecting the answer from his son to be so cruel.
Justin saw his Daddy's eyes flushed red, but he wouldn't easily forgive the man who hasn't apologized to his Mommy. He continued, "Because my Daddy is the worst man in the world, he hasn't even asked my Mommy for forgiveness. How could I admit a man as bad as that to be my Daddy."
"I'm sorry, Sir. I hope in the future never again do this, whatever I will not accept it,"Justin put his foot out of the tent.
Taylor looked at his President's face like shock, the expectations from his superior seemed too high and hoped that his son would accept his approach well, "President, are you okay?"
Vard took a deep breath, he felt very devastated to hear the rejection from his son. He hesitated to accept, "I'm fine, it seems he already knew I was his Daddy and deliberately rejected my approach. I just felt devastated hearing his words, I felt myself so rotten as Justin said." He's holding his sore chest, "Taylor, get me my medicine. My heart hurts so much."
Taylor took the medicine in the suitcase and gave it to his President.
"You should check-up, your heart should have been in surgery a long time ago. Your heart ache apart from being hereditary, it is also because you lived like an undead during Miss Queena's abandonment. Your heart's getting weaker, but you're always resisting surgery because you still want to find Miss Queena" Taylor said.
"This is my punishment, Taylor. I don't want to be cured, I don't want to be operated on if Queena hasn't forgiven me and come back to me. I'd rather die, just like Justin said. Huhhh..." Vard grabbed his sick heart.
Beyond Justin tightening his hands, he knew about his Daddy's illness but now hearing straight from his own Daddy's mouth his heart ached.
"Rest, President."
"Ah, how about the man who followed Queena's cousin, Sabrina Oliver. Is there any news?"
"Not yet, he said if there was a suspicious situation he would report immediately." Answer Taylor.
"Hm, tell him not to let your guard down. The people from Oliver's family were very smart and greedy. If Sabrina suspected Xavier's fiancee and followed the son of a bitch, I'm sure Sabrina will soon find out about the Queena Xavier approached. That will lead to the revelation of Queena's true identity as Krystal, the true heir of Oliver's family."
"Well, I'll call our guy soon."
Vard nodded, "You go to your tent, I want to rest."
"Yes," Taylor walked out of the tent.
Upon hearing the footsteps coming out of the tent, Justin ran away unnoticed.