Stolen Identity: Mut Chapter 85: A Hank And Jonas

Chapter 85: A Hank And Jonas

Tom was silent for a mont as he glanced at Harry, his best friend and right hand man, who had been seated with him in his office.

Harry, who had been waiting to tease his nephew, Jamal, about calling Tom more tis than he called him, paused when he saw the look on Tom’s face.

"What’s wrong?" Harry asked, recognizing the look on Tom’s face to an trouble.

"Repeat what you just said, Jamal," Tom said, placing the phone on speaker for Harry to hear it for himself.

"You heard . Genevieve is not Dawn. That bastard has been making a fool out of us this whole ti," Jamal repeated, and Harry looked up from the phone to Tom’s face.

"What are you talking about Jamal? How did you know this? Where are you?" Harry asked, taken aback by the information.

Jamal sighed. This was going to take a while, and now that he thought about it, he wasn’t sure he had the privacy he needed to talk about this freely here.

He wished he had had the good sense to record the conversation with Abigail. That would have made it much easier to explain.

"Uncle Harry, I didn’t know you were there. I think I need to step away from here to talk. Give

a mont," Jamal said before hanging up the call and stepping out of his room.

Tom and Harry exchanged a look as they waited for Jamal to call back. They had taught and ntored him all these years, and so they knew him well enough to know he wouldn’t raise a false alarm.

"If this is true then things are about to beco very crazy," Harry muttered, swearing under his breath.

Tom said nothing. His first thought was his wife, Lucy. She was going to be furious. God save Ryan if it was true.

"It makes sense, doesn’t it? The reason he hasn’t let us get anywhere close to her all these years," Harry said after a mont.

"Harry if this is true there will be hell to pay," Tom said, and just then his office door opened and his heart skipped a beat when his wife, Lucy, walked in with a bright smile carrying a lunch pack.

Tom exchanged a look with Harry, which Lucy caught just before she shut the door behind her and she knew without a doubt that sothing was amiss.

Both n would have preferred to hear from Jamal and figure out when and how to present it to their wives and the others before Lucy hears it.

"To what do I owe this unexpected pleasure?" Tom asked with a cheerful smile as he rose to take the pack from her.

"I’m going to be busy because of the fashion fair prep, so I figured we have our date here in your office over lunch since I don’t know when I would get ho tonight," she said as she let him take it.

She turned to Harry, "Hello, HaHa," she greeted with a wide smile.

Harry chuckled, "I’m a little old for that na, don’t you think?"

"You’re old to the kids, not to . You’re still just HaHa to ," she said with a laugh as she let Tom pull her onto his thighs.

"So, what was that look on both your faces when I just walked in?" She asked as she settled down on Tom’s thighs.

"What look?" Tom asked innocently and she wagged a finger in front of him.

"You know better than to do that with , Ace," she said, and Tom looked at Harry for help but he raised both hands up.

"Keep

out of it. I don’t interfere in married people’s business," he said, making them laugh.

Just then the phone began to ring again and Tom exchanged a look with Harry once again. Lucy sighed, "What’s with the call? Jamal is calling," she said when she saw his na on the screen, and without waiting for Tom to receive the call, she answered it.

"My sweetest Jam. Did you call because you sensed my presence?" she greeted pleasantly, placing the call on speaker.

Jamal groaned, "How is it you’re there now? First Tom, then uncle Harry, now you. Who else will be talking to

next?" he complained knowing that she had greeted him so pleasantly because Tom and Harry hadn’t said anything to her, and he knew Tom would expect him not to say anything with her there at the mont.

He had walked quite a distance away from the house to talk to Tom and Harry and he needed to get it all out now.

"Are you alright?" She asked when she heard the note of stress in his voice.

"I love you, Lucy. But please I need to talk to Tom now. I promise to call you later," Jamal said and Lucy’s brows pulled together.

"Uhm, Jewel, can I speak with him?" Tom asked, and Lucy frowned as she looked from Tom and Harry before giving his phone back to him.

"Jamal give

a mont," Tom said, while Lucy turned to Harry.

"Is sothing wrong with Jamal?" She asked with a concerned frown.

Harry looked at Tom, and raised a brow silently asking him what he was going to do about the phone call and Lucy since they couldn’t possibly ask her to leave the office.

Seeing that look again, she sighed. "Okay. I’m going to assu this is so confidential guys talk and you don’t want

to listen in. I will go down to say hello to Jade in her office. When you’re done call ," she said, and both Tom and Harry looked visibly relieved and they nodded.

Lucy looked at Tom again with a concerned frown when she saw how relieved he looked and then kissed his forehead, "Make sure Jamal is fine. He sounds stressed out," she said before walking out of the office.

"Jamal, you can talk to us," Tom said the mont Lucy shut the door behind her. "What do you an Genevieve isn’t Dawn?"

"Rember the girl I t five years ago? Abigail?" Jamal asked, and Tom and Harry exchanged a look, wondering why he was talking about her again after all these years.

"The mute girl, yes," Tom said with a nod.

"Abigail is Dawn," Jamal said, and Tom frowned.

"What are you talking about?" Harry asked, totally confused.

"This is crazy. I know it all sounds totally crazy and if soone else was saying this to

I’d say it’s bullshit, but just hear

out," Jamal said, knowing he was blabbing but he didn’t know where or how to start the explanation.

He didn’t know whether to start by telling them what Ryan had done or how he had t Abigail and realized she was Dawn. Or whether to tell them Abigail had gotten pregnant like Tom insinuated and had a son for him. Tom would prep ably kill him for impregnating his young kin.

"Where are you, Jamal?" Harry asked, since Jamal had not answered that question earlier.

"I’m in Westend. I’m precisely in Genevieve’s house. I’m working as her live-in driver, and Abigail lives here. Genevieve was the an stepsister Abigail told

about five years ago. Abigail... no Dawn. Abigail is Dawn. She can speak now. She lost her mory and her voice due to the trauma and all these years she didn’t even know who she was," Jamal explained as best as he could.

"This is unbelievable," Harry said with a shake of his head, while Tom let out a deep breath.

"Jamal, what’s going on. How did you end up there as Genevieve’s live-in driver? How did you have this conversation with Abig... Dawn? I’m guessing they don’t know who you are," Tom said, trying to process the information swirling in his head.

"Okay. It’s a long story but I’ll try to explain the best way I can," he said and then went on to tell them how he had run into her at the airport and how they had gotten along in the plane and then he saw her back at the house and found out her na was Abigail.

"Hold on, you an you didn’t recognize her?" Tom asked in confusion and Jamal realized he didn’t ntion the mask.

"I couldn’t have recognized her. She was wearing a mask because Ryan asked her to get surgery..."

"He did what?" Tom asked, his blood beginning to simr with anger.

Tom and Harry tried to stay calm as Jamal told them all about his discussion with Abigail. Jamal only left out the part about Josh as he told them all that she had told him and how he had Stefan acting as him now.

"You an all these while he made us believe his daughter was Dawn, while he made her live as his illegitimate daughter? The daughter of a maid? A Hank?" Tom asked, his voice dangerously low but ringing with disbelief.

Jamal sighed, "That’s not all. You rember the news we saw the other ti? About Ryan having a son?"

"Yeah. What about it?" Harry asked, and Jamal hesitated for a mont.

"You were right, Tom. She got pregnant. The kid is my son. He stole the kid from her and claid the kid as his in order to be able to maintain his control over her," Jamal said, not minding that Tom would be mad at him.

"Ryan Harris that bastard!" Harry swore under his breath.

This wasn’t just about Dawn being a Hank anymore. Although Harry would have fought against Ryan just as hard because though he might not be a Hank by blood, he was through friendship and marriage. But this was also about the little boy being a Jonas.

That kid was both a Hank and Jonas.

Ryan had ssed with not just the Hanks. He had ssed with the Jonas family as hell, and there would be no rcy for him.

"We will be on our way to Westend..."

"No. Wait," Jamal hurried to say.

"Dawn doesn’t want things done this way. She wants..."

"We don’t care what Dawn wants. She won’t dictate to us what to do to Ryan Harris," Tom snapped, angry that Ryan had gotten away with the nonsense for such a long ti.

His father had felt guilty for a long ti, and even Lucy had been devastated by the turn of events which had made her postpartum depression even worse.

Jamal sighed, "I know how you feel, Tom. Trust , I do. But I don’t think any of us is more upset than Dawn herself. He murdered her family, took everything from her and made her serve his daughter. We can’t deprive her the satisfaction of getting back at Ryan herself. She says she would like to et you and Lucy. She isn’t allowed to go off on her own so we have to co up with a good plan," Jamal said, and Tom drew in a deep breath to calm himself.

"We will have to call a family eting and decide on what to do. In as much as we will allow her do whatever she plans to do, we will also deal with Ryan in our own way," Tom said, and Harry nodded in agreent.

"I suppose this ans you will be there for so ti," Harry said thoughtfully.

"Yes. But Stefan will return to handle things at HAJ in my absence," Jamal assured Harry.

"You should be careful, Jamal. And do not worry. We will co up with a plan on how to see Abigail. Both Dawn and the kid will be fine," Tom promised.

"I’m not worried about them being fine. I know they will be fine because I’ll make sure of it. I’m worried about what I’m going to do to Ryan. All these years..." Jamal trailed off, too angry to think about it.

"We will handle it together. Ryan Harris won’t be the first bastard we’ve dealt with. We will teach him why people do not ss with us," Harry told Jamal while holding Tom’s gaze and Tom nodded in agreent.