After Jessica left the cetery, several thoughts raced through her mind. In as much as she tried to deny that sinking feeling at the pit of her stomach about this newfound brother, the striking similarities seed to be the barrier.
For the long years she had lived, Jessica was certain she hadn’t co across any similarities to her appearance in Country Y. Thinking back now, she wondered if it had anything to do with race.
She rubbed her temples as she advised herself to push such thoughts away from her, yet it seed to beco more persistent.
With quick probing through her schedule, the welcoming dinner at the Santiagos’ ho was in two days, and with her decision to visit her grandmother, the very lady that had taken that charge—"I will visit tomorrow because I needed answers."
"Possibly once Davis goes to work."
"I have to unravel every mystery surrounding my existence, and finally, I have to visit the Brown family—and shouldn’t today be the best ti?"
With her decision made, "Drive to the Brown family," she instructed. He
Picking up her phone, she decided to check up on Davis, but then she noticed a ssage from him.
"Lunch was aweso. Can I be greedy to request for another day?" A smile tugged at her as she rubbed her baby bump.
"Not impossible. You have to plead with the baby," she replied, and her phone rang that instant.
"Do you still have the rare calling at this ti?" she asked playfully.
"Work couldn’t be more important than you," he chuckled.
They chatted for a while, and she inford him of her trip to the Brown family. Davis was skeptical about the visit but didn’t object.
She had survived the Brown family, and at this ti, he was sure she wouldn’t fall for their sche.
"Alright, be careful," he said before the call ended.
Jessica never ntioned her encounter with Julian since the information wasn’t clear yet.
After the brief chat, she felt relieved of the burden on her heart, and with that, the car raced towards the Brown family.
~Brown Family~
The drive was without any problems and after two hours they arrived at their destination—The Brown family.
Carefully, her car slowed to a halt in front of the once-grand Brown family estate.
Jessica took a deep breath, a guard pulled the door open, and she stepped out of the car, her eyes narrowed as she took in the state of the structure that now stood like a ghost of its forr glory.
A bitter smile tugged at her lips. Ti had not been kind to it. Several cracks snaked along the weather-stained walls like veins, the gate massive, yet the colour had long faded without a touch of renovation.
Jessica rubbed her temples. From the information she had gathered the previous week, she noted that George had practically ignored everything since the Brown group fell into others’ hands.
Though Jessica was angry at discovering George Brown’s involvent towards the several mishaps she had encountered, she had wanted to take over the group with the proof of ownership handed by her mother, yet she had made a decision and the situation was handled differently.
She had used another shell company to buy it over, paying George an ample amount of money to help him keep himself afloat, but it seed it wasn’t working.
With a light step, she made her way towards the gate, a guard following her closely as she walked towards the gate which now was but a shadow.
The golden crest that once adorned the gate had faded to a dull brass, half of it broken, the other half hanging on by rusted bolts.
The guard pushed it lightly; it creaked on its bolt as it opened wider. Jessica stepped into the compound and her world spun around at the sight before her.
The garden and the greenish lawn once manicured and trimd to perfection had transford into a jungle of weeds and tangled grass. The marble statues flanking the entrance had lost their heads literally.
Standing in the midst of the compound, which seed to have been deserted, a gust of wind rustled the dry leaves scattered across the cracked driveway as though welcoming her ho.
With no maids around, the house was more quiet than usual. The air was heavy and stale, as if the house had forgotten the scent of life.
A faint creak echoed from within. She took a few steps as she climbed the few flights of stairs and stopped at the door. She tapped lightly and a muffled groan ushered them into the house.
Jessica’s brow furrowed. If she wasn’t mistaken, that was supposed to be George Brown’s voice.
"Yes, who’s there?" he slurred.
Jessica couldn’t mistake the drowsiness; it had to be one coming from a drunk man. She sighed.
Stepping into the sitting room, which felt much better than the scenario outside, yet her breath hitched lightly, her nose scrunched up with the sll in the sitting room that she felt the urgent urge to vomit.
"George Brown, are you really living?" she shrieked.
"How do you stay in such a slling environnt?" she asked.
George sprawled on the massive couch of the living room; he lifted his unfocused gaze towards the direction of the voice.
His smile widened at the sight before him with several bottles of beer littered across the floor. He lifted his gaze. "Je...ssi...can," he burped, as he widened his eyes to see her clearly, "You...ca?"
He shook his head in denial. "N...o, it can’t be you... I...am just hallucinating," he said and laid back down.
Jessica shook her head lightly in helplessness. It seed she had arrived at the wrong ti. She took a few steps forward and plucked a few strands of his hair. She carefully put it away and spurned on her heels.
As she made to exit the house, Clara entered from the outside carrying with her several bags and a young man in tow.
Seeing Jessica, her eyes blazed with fury. "Why are you here?" she asked.
"Haven’t you caused us enough harm?" her emotions all over the place.
Jessica stared at her coldly for a while as she took a few steps towards her, her aura intimidating and cold that Clara took a step back.
"Clara, you can still parade around just because I haven’t had the ti to settle the score with you. I advise you don’t provoke ."
With this, she turned around and left the house, making a decision to force George Brown into his sense and extract the information wanted.
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