The Seed of the Ex!

Chapter 42 - Flashback

"Son, you don't have to take care of me anymore, I'm fine, '" Austin refused as Trisya came and visited him at his house.

Trisya scratched at his nape that was not itchy, "err I just want to make sure that you have completely recovered Sir," said Trisya, his gaze exploring around as if looking for something.

"Do you need anything?" reprimand Austin as he realizes Trisya's attitude.

"Oh, no sir, I-I was just admiring this house, it looks nice and luxurious here," Trisya smiled awkwardly, making Austin laugh.

"The man yesterday was my son, his name was Bryant," Austin said suddenly, widening Trisya's eyes.

"Sa-I didn't ask about him, sir," Trisya said.

"I know, I just wanted to tell you." Said Austin, raising his eleven eyebrows while smiling faintly.

"Well sir, for a while you should not eat heavy food first, you need to arrange your food, because in addition to the wound on your foot, the doctor also said you have a history of heart disease, heart disease, so you have to set your diet," he said.

"Hem, okay. Is there any more?"

"Nothing, that's all." Trisya.

"What's your parents' name?" ask Austin suddenly.

"Well, why do you ask me about them, sir, did I make a mistake?" trisya asked with a confused and worried look.

Austin chuckled softly, "that's not it, I'm just curious, but if you're afraid I'm messing around, then there's no need for you to say." He said no objection.

Trisya smiled faintly, "actually they were my adoptive parents, I was adopted by them when I was five years old, their names are Diego Dawson and Margaret Dawson, they have a small bar in the middle of town."

"Oh that's good, but why are you different and a nurse instead?"

"I'm actually doing an internship, I just want to try this job, but after graduation I want to find another one." Trisya.

"You're a freak, an apprentice where work is," said Austin, "then you can work for my family's company when you graduate, this is an invitation in particular, you can't turn it down," Austin gave Trisya his card.

"Okay sir, I'll think about it. Then excuse me first, may you get well soon," Trisya looked down politely and then passed.

Time passed, Trisya graduated from college and got a satisfactory result, he tried to apply for a job in his field, but no one accepted it because there were no vacancies. At one time, when dinner time came, a luxury car was parked in the yard of Trisya's adoptive parents.

"Sounds there's a guest?" Trisya slowly entered the house.

"True sir, you have sharp eyes my daughter is very beautiful," said Margaret, her words made Trisya feel anxious, she continued her steps until she ended up in the living room.

"Well that's it Trisya, son come here," Trisya turned her head with a polite smile, she approached her mother and sat down beside her.

"What's Mah?" trisya asked confused, I don't know what his relationship with his parents' guests was.

As Trisya got up, she stared in disbelief at her parents, "Well, I just graduated from college, I don't want to get married now, I want to work first. Besides, this guy deserves to be my dad better than my husband!"

Plaque... One loud slap landed on Trisya's cheek, leaving her body a little unsteady and on the verge of falling down, "you're really disrespectful, you know who she is. He's Mr. George, the owner of a well-known company in our town, you should feel lucky because he's glancing at you!" snapped at Margaret.

"I don't care who he is, I said I don't want to get married!" Trisya ran up the stairs to her room.

"Fucking kid!" Decak Margaret slowly, she returned to being friendly to George, "Master forgive her, she is immature so I hope you can give me some time, I'm sure I can persuade her, please don't stop at investing in our Bar" Margaret half pleaded.

George got up and fixed his coat, "well, I'll give you two days, if he's not beautiful I won't be insulted in front of my own eyes, but since I like this girl I'll give you a chance. Finish it as soon as possible and bring him to me." George also passed.

"Fucking kid, just look what I'm gonna do, I'm sure I can smash your head hard!" wrath of Margaret determined.

Two days passed, during which time Trisya was confined to her room and not fed by Margaret.

"How has your mind changed?" margaret shouted from behind the door. There was no reply from Trisya, he was still with the same stance.

"This kid really pisses me off, Diego!" His words passed.

Trisya sat with her knees against the window, her stomach ached and sore, because from yesterday she had not been given food or drink by Margaret.

Chequek...

The door opened, Trisya raised her head slowly, "eat and put this on!" Margaret put a tray of food and a mocca-colored dress.

"If I have to exchange my freedom for this food, I'd rather starve to death." Trisya did not move at all from his current position, he ignored the hunger in his stomach and the pain that continued to eat away at him.

"There's a guy in a wheelchair down there, he says he knows you, his name is Austin Maverick."

"Mr Austin is here?" Trisya got up from her seat, she was about to pass but Margaret blocked her arm.

"Are you going out in this situation? You want to show people that you I tortured in this place." Trisya clucked in annoyance, she grabbed the dress and took it to the bathroom. Shortly after, he came out with the clothes he was carrying.

"Eat first" he commanded. Trisya complied and ate the food voraciously.

With Trisya coming down and seeing the guest, it turned out that he was Mr. Austin, he seemed to be sitting in his wheelchair, it was quite a long time the last time they met.

"Sir, what brought you here?" Trisya approached Austin and greeted him.

"Hay son, long time no see, how are you?" he said hello.

"I'm good sir, sir himself?"

"As you can see, I'm like this. But why does your face look pale, are you sick?" Trisya glanced at the agitated-looking Margaret, presumably afraid that Trisya was complaining to the person before her, whom Margaret was not an ordinary person, seeing the way this man was dressed, even though he was in a wheelchair, he did not make his wife disappear from his face.