My ex, my Fiancee's Son

Chapter 32. Not worth calling dad

"What have you done?" My voice rose an octave from usual.

"I warned you Shelina. But you ignored me. I've given you a week but you didn't give me that hundred million. So, I had to destroy this cafe of your dreams."

"Why are you doing this to me? Is there money in your eyes, drinks and gambling? Have you ever appreciated me a little? I'm your daughter! But you treat me like your pet whore!"

"Please stop extorting money from me. Just one request, please let me go. I want to achieve my happiness. Even if you can't be a good father, but at least don't use me constantly." Jonathan laughed out loud as if I was saying the funniest thing he had ever heard. Then the instant his laughter disappeared replaced by a gripping and ferocious aura from his face.

"unleashed you? Don't dream, Shelina. I'm not just gonna let go of my gold mine."

"Jonathan!" My patience has ended. This old man doesn't deserve me to call Dad.

"I've been around for a long time and always hoped you'd come to your senses. I never even reported you to the police, but there's been a lot of crimes you've committed."

"Now you've dared to fight me apparently." Jonathan stood a step ahead of me. I looked up and stared angrily at him. I've had my patience all along.

"I'll report you to the police." Quickly Jonathan's hand clutched my jaw hard.

"What did you say?"

"Men like you should be in jail for life. You don't deserve to live in this world. You're the trash of society, who usually gambles and gets drunk."

The sound of a slap so loud broke the silence. I was silent with my left face throbbing pain. Heat burns the left cheek. The flames of my anger grew bigger.

"The bottom of the ungodly child does not know it is lucky. I took care of you this big."

"And you shameless father who lived from torturing his son and wife. The most useless man in the world."

A slap so strong again occurred on my right cheek. Jonathan's strength made me fall to the floor. Both my cheeks were throbbing pain.

"Low bitch doesn't know herself. You want me to beat up again, huh?" Jonathan's legs are paddling and ready to kick my body. Eyes closed waiting for the torment he would give.

A few seconds passed but I felt nothing. I opened a few eyes. Someone is standing in front of me. Legs covered in basic pants with black suit. Wh who?

"Who are you?" Jonathan raised my question.

"I should have asked, who are you? Why did you hurt Shelina?"

This sound. Marcus! My eyes widened looking at the sturdy back that I believed belonged to Marcus. What the hell is he doing here? Could he have followed me from the office?

"Don't try to be the boy's bad luck hero."

I don't know why I want to laugh at this moment. Marcus said boy. Which boy can make a boy. I laughed in my heart and couldn't help but twitch at the corner of my lips.

Marcus grunts violently.

"If you're a man you should be ashamed of hurting a woman."

"What do you care? Shelina's my daughter, it's up to me how I treat her."

"Are you still worthy to be called a father after what you've done?"

Jonathan quickly lashed his punch towards Marcus's stomach. But Marcus dodges to the side and with his hunch strikes Jonathan in the stomach. The man curled up to endure the pain and quickly slid back his punch towards Marcus' face. This time Marcus was unprepared and got a punch on his face. The corner of his lips broke out blood.

Marcus rubbed the blood and his eyes turned ferocious. He lunged at Jonathan and beat the man blindly. Jonathan falls on the floor without being able to respond to the quick blows Marcus gives. Jonathan's face was covered in blood and lying helplessly with Marcus straddling him as well. I have to stop Marcus before he kills Jonathan.

My hand grabbed Marcus' arm. To stop beating Jonathan again. He looked towards me.

"That's enough." Understanding what I said Marcus got up and stood looming beside Jonathan.

"Go! Once again you threaten and hurt Shelina, I won't let you go." And Marcus kicks Jonathan in the stomach to end his threat. Jonathan groaned and painstakingly got up. His face was broken and there were many wounds on his body. He stood beside me.

"I won't let you go, *****!" His whisper was slow without Marcus hearing it. Then he left.

"You okay, Shelina?" I'm turning. Evelyn, Merina and Elena's sister looked at me worriedly.

"I'm fine" I said firmly and observed the situation inside the cafe.

"It looks like the cafe should be closed today. You better go home." The three of them were shocked for a moment and Evelyn voiced her protest.

"But Shelina, we have to clean up all this mess."

"Go home, I'll get people to clean up and repair this damage." I looked towards Marcus. He wanna help me? What does this guy mean? He defended me and helped me in front of Jonathan, but before in Marcus' office he was also unfriendly. I have a hard time understanding his head.

"Well, we go back to Shelina." Elena and Merina left. Evelyn was still standing looking at me.

"Go home, Evelyn."

"But your face...."

"I'm doing fine. Go home, accompany Angel at home." As if understanding that I didn't want to trouble her and worry her, Evelyn relented and brought her bag to prepare to go home.

"I'm home. If anything happens, call me immediately." Evelyn started walking and patted Marcus's shoulder briefly while muttering a word of thanks.

After Evelyn left, Marcus and I stood in a gripping silence. I don't know what to say.

The corner of my eye caught the movement of Marcus calling someone.

"Send some people to the Wonderful Cafe and also some chairs here." He really did that. I looked at Marcus who had finished calling and put his phone in his pants pocket.

"I've told people to come here." After saying that he fell silent and looked at me fixedly before turning around and walking. Is he going?

I quickly held his arm. He turned around with a confused frown.

"What else?" His voice returned. I don't give a shit about it. My eyes were only on his lips. The corner of his lips was injured.

"Your lips are hurt, let me treat you." Actually, other than wanting to help her treat the wound, I also wanted to talk to her again. Why would he help me? Is that just a form of caring because I'm his stepmother's candidate? Or indeed he was married and wanted to protect me, in other words he still loved me. Could it?

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