My Hidden Detective's

Chapter 6

Six years ago ....

Gerald had just returned from his training, he was still a brigadier at the time. He's still alive depending on his father, and the good name his father has.

Gerald descended downstairs after he heard an unrelenting commotion in the lower hall. But the man was studying and training desperately to be the best.

"He set me up! He asked his friend to desecrate me!"

Sandra's screams echoed throughout the room, with her hands pointing towards Levan, who was still in college.

"What do you mean! How could I frame my own cousin, you're crazy?Even if you're stupid, but you're Andrafana too, so I wouldn't be able to make a mistake that could ruin Andrafana!"

Shallow Levan with a higher tone.

"But that's the fact, you did tell your friend to desecrate me right?! I'm just trying to protect myself!"

Sandra defended herself desperately. But no one defended him, none of them stood by his side.

"By pushing Levan's friend down from the second floor? Sandra, no one can believe your words. Now quickly confess and I'll finish it my way."

Urge Grandpa Gheobalt with a cooler look.

"I told you, I'm protecting my honor!"

Sandra did not want to admit wrong at all, it was clear from her eyes that she believed and was sure what she was doing was right.

"But you have no witnesses or evidence! The whole hotel maid said that she didn't try to desecrate you, but helped you, but you pushed her from the second floor instead?! You crazy?! Why would you do that? What because he is my friend?! You're such an envious cousin!"

Levan is pressing Sandra. And damn what Levan said was true about the hotel waitress who also lied for maybe a wad of money?

"Basar you! Confess or get out of this house?"

Grandpa's getting sharper.

"Why confess to a crime I never committed? The streets are so much better than mansions with people who don't trust you."

Sandra is getting louder too. Sandra was young at the time, she was so harsh with the teachings of truth her father had instilled.

Sandra left the house just like that, without a doubt at every step of the way. There was no sign Sandra would roll back her steps.

"Ck shit! I'll take care of this myself, don't interfere."

Gheobalt was preparing to leave, it seemed like he had a lot of busyness after the incident that befell his two grandchildren.

"Dad has to solve his problems, I don't want Sandra's problems to affect Gerald's rise."

Urged Leon, at that time he was still trying to sculpt the child to be what he wanted.

"I also know Gerald's future is bright. Nothing will make it dark, not even Sandra."

Grandpa left there, maybe he already knew who he wanted to meet and what to plan for.

"What's really going on?"

Gerald stepped closer towards the young Levan. Gerald knew his brother was a jerk, liked to talk, liked to drink and gamble. But did he really sell his own cousin sister?

"I said Sandr-"

Bukh!

Gerald hit Levan right on his face, his gaze sharp full of anger.

"All I want is truth, not explanation."

"Yes! Does my friend want to desecrate it? Then why? At that time I just casually called him to the hotel, I did not know that my friend was drunk and even lust after Sandra!"

"Baggot!!!"

As anger rose in Gerald's head, he beat up his sister. Tightness in the chest suddenly appeared and wanted Gerald to vent blindly against his sister.

Gerald had to teach Levan again, the meaning of respecting a woman.

"If you're done hitting him, you can go upstairs study and practice again."

Leon seemed unconcerned, whether what his son was doing was right or wrong.

Gerald was frozen in place, his head suddenly feeling empty. He knew his father was a vile man, but he didn't know that his father would do this to Sandra, who was his own niece?

"What's wrong? You want to report your sister and imprison her? Don't be crazy Gerald, me and your grandfather are trying desperately to take care of this case so that it all ends peacefully and you can remain a General later."

Leon again without guilt.

Gerald's lips twitched, his gaze blank, with his steps slowly returning to his room. His memory twisted Sandra's face and expression in the middle of the hall earlier, his loud voice still echoing in Gerald's ears.

The tightness in the chest that he could not vent, the anger that was held on the tip of the tongue, the mounting anger was getting heated up, the guilt that had accumulated on his shoulders, year after year never disappeared.

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"But ... What was? Why do you suddenly care about me?"

Sandra glanced at the strange Gerald, she smelled bad smells were going on here.

"Don't care about you, I only care about myself, if my dad does something stupid, I'll get his gum, too."

Gerald turned his eyes away, there were many words he wanted to say to Sandra, but they were all stuck in the trembling lips.

"Oh yeah, I heard you've become an Ijen, congratulations."

Sandra switched the topic. But, considering that Gerald didn't talk about detectives, or ask Sandra strange things. It seems Gerald really did not recognize that the captain of Team YK71 who acted that night was Sandra.

"Yes, so? You want me to drop it off at this stop?"

Gerald stopped his car, right in front of an empty, deserted stop.

"Yes, my friend will pick me up."

Sandra got off Gerald's car.

"Give me a ride."

Sandra waved her hands kindly, with a face full of happy smiles.

Ck shit!

Suddenly Sandra's currently smiling face overlapped with Sandra's face six years ago, which shed tears, but could still speak out in defense of herself.

Gerald shut the windshield, went all the way.

In the end I didn't say anything to him. In the end, I was a loser.

Gerald hit the driver of his car. Six years have passed, but Gerald still cannot admit his own guilt, apologizing to the innocent girl.

If it wasn't for me, then maybe Sandra wouldn't have left the house, Grandpa would have proven the truth.

If I imprisoned Levan, what would happen?

Although six years have passed, the guilt is still firmly attached to Gerald's body, He wants to make up for it, but does not know how. It had occurred to Gerald's mind to imprison his sister, but there were many considerations that entered Gerald's head.

Maybe my path to becoming Andrafana's successor will break?