Day Seventy-Three…
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"Why are you getting mad at ? I just did it for your sake. I got hurt after confronting Nathan. He strangled . Phantomflake slapped , kicked , and pulled my hair. You can't even thank for sacrificing myself." Monica burst out, hitting and punching Vincent's chest.
Vincent just clenched his fists, trying to control his rage. "I didn't tell you to et them."
"As I said, I'm just helping you!" Monica spat back at him. She was furious. She couldn't understand why Vincent was dissatisfied and upset.
"You brought this upon yourself. You shouldn't have gone there." Vincent could no longer tolerate Monica.
They were still arguing when the maid knocked on the door.
Knock! Knock!
After hearing the knocking sound, Vincent and Monica shifted their attention toward the door.
"Master, you have a visitor. Mr. Maximilian Carlsen." The maid inford them.
Both of them were surprised to hear that. Maximilian didn't ntion that he was visiting them here in Country M.
Vincent gave Monica a warning look before moving toward the door. He could tell that there was sothing going on. Mr. Carlsen wouldn't go there without a reason.
"Fix yourself before greeting your father," Vincent sternly said, reminding Monica.
Monica just pursed her lips as she squinted her eyes. She wasn't used to this kind of treatnt from Vincent. He seldom gets mad at her. But now, she could feel that his attitude was slowly changing as ti went by.
"Why should I fix myself? My father deserves to know that soone is bullying . I'm a victim here." Monica remained stubborn.
Vincent could only shake his head while sighing helplessly. He didn't want to argue anymore. Without saying a word, Vincent stepped out of the room to et Maximilian Carlsen. Monica followed him behind.
The old businessman was waiting in the living room. Even before Vincent could greet Maximilian, Monica interrupted him by hugging the old man.
"Dad! I miss you! I'm glad you are here!" Monica acted like a sweet and clingy daughter as she anchored her arms around Maximilian's elbow.
However, the old man remained quiet as he stood there. His intense gaze was directed at Vincent. The room felt suffocating as Mr. Carlsen's anger bubbled beneath the surface, his jaw tightening with every passing mont.
On the other hand, Vincent acknowledged Mr. Carlsen by nodding his head. "What brought you here, Mr. Carlsen? I didn't expect to see you today. Do you have concerns about our company?"
Maximilian's expression turned grim, his knuckles whitening as he clenched his fists. Instead of answering him, he surged from his spot, his face contorted with rage. He swung his right arm then his fist collided with Vincent's jaw with a forceful punch, the sound reverberating through the room. Vincent staggered backward, shock etched across his face, as he stumbled. Holding his jaw in disbelief, he gaped at Maximilian.
"Dad!!! What are you doing?" Monica suddenly intervened, pulling Maximilian away from Vincent. She was surprised by the sudden violent outburst.
Maximilian shifted his gaze from Vincent to Monica. He yanked his arm away from her, giving her a chilly glare.
"Don't call , Dad. You are not my daughter! Where is Helena?! My real daughter!" Maximilian burst out in anger. He picked sothing from his back pocket and threw the crumpled paper toward Helena's face.
Monica was rendered speechless while Vincent checked the content of the crumpled paper. Just as he expected, the paper contained the DNA results of Monica and Veronica.
'Damn it! Nathan did this. He sent the result to Maximilian.' Vincent had mixed feelings about this. He was already thinking how to pacify this angry old man.
"Explain this to ! Where is my daughter?" Maximilian demanded, seeking for an answer.
"She's dead," Vincent responded frankly. He was not afraid of Maximilian. He wasn't shattered his world.
worried at all about revealing this truth to Maximilian. Besides, he knew that Maximilian Carlsen was powerless against him. anwhile, shock rippled across Mr. Carlsen's face, his heart pounding in his chest. For the past two years, he thought his daughter was living well. This revelation shattered his world.
"What... what do you an?" Mr. Carlsen stamred, his voice quivering with a mix of disbelief and anguish.
"She died two years ago. She was killed by the assassin Phantomflake!" Helena chid in, blaming everything on Phantomflake. She wanted to divert Maximilian's anger.
Overwheld by shock and grief, Maximilian clutched his chest, a sharp pain shooting through him. The room spun, and darkness edged into his vision as the realization of the truth about his daughter's death took a devastating toll on his already fragile heart.
Gasping for breath, the old man struggled to comprehend the cruelty of fate. He suffered a heart attack, collapsing in front of Vincent and Monica. Monica gasped in surprise.
"Mr. Carlsen!" She called his na out.
Vincent rushed to his side, frantically trying to stabilize him. The room filled with urgency as he ordered the butler to call a doctor and prepare a car. He would bring Maximilian to the nearest hospital.
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[ At Sparks Mansion… ]
After having a al together, Jane invited Nathan to the garden. She wanted to talk to him alone. Nathan obediently followed her.
Jane pulled his hand, making him sit next to her.
"What's wrong, Nate?" Jane asked him worriedly. "Are you still bothered by Monica? Are you affected by her presence?" There was a hint of jealousy in her voice.
"No. I don't care about her," Nathan promptly responded.
"Then why did you act coldly toward your son upon our arrival? Let remind you, Nate. Ethan has nothing to do with Monica's evilness. Don't vent your anger and frustration toward your son." Jane reprimanded him.
Nathan heaved a deep sigh and apologized. "I'm sorry. I was wrong. But… believe or not, I don't hate Ethan… It's just that…" he paused abruptly.
Nathan was having a hard ti completing his sentence.
"Oh, C'mon. Just tell ." Jane could sense that sothing was bothering Nathan.
Nathan stared at Jane intently, contemplating whether he should tell her or not.
"Stop it, Nate. Don't give such a look. Just spill the beans. I am here to listen." She convinced him to talk.
"Please don't tell this to Ethan," Nathan pleaded.
Jane just nodded her head in agreent, her eyes filled with intrigue and anticipation.
"I discovered that Ethan… he might not be my biological son." Nathan confided to Jane. "He might be Vincent's son."
"What?! Did Monica tell you that? Don't believe her lies! She is a good manipulator. She just wants to create chaos in your family!" Jane reacted exasperatedly, disbelief could be seen in her eyes.
"Don't let her sway you! She deceived you once!" Jane added.
But Nathan still had a doubt. "The truth is… she didn't tell directly. I just overheard her conversation with Vincent. They wanted to use Ethan to acquire my wealth."
Jane imdiately smacked Nathan's forehead. "You dumb fool! There is one way to find out. Conduct another DNA test." When she ntioned the DNA test, she rembered the DNA test between Vincent and Ethan. She secretly took it when her soul was still in Abigail's body. 'Oh wait! I have to get the DNA test result from Stephen.'
"What are you thinking?" Nathan asked her confusedly.
Jane rose from her seat. "Don't worry, Nate. We will find out the truth. I have to go." She didn't waste ti. She kissed Nathan on his cheek before she rushed out.
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