There had always been friction between Damon and Jones. Their relationship had shifted from childhood friends to sworn enemies over the past couple of years. So, I had anticipated their conversation wouldn’t be all sunshine and rainbows.
Jones had likely suggested Damon to recognize his current status and stop ddling in his affairs.
"Do you really think I believe those kids are yours?" Damon’s face appeared icy cold on the surveillance footage.
"I showed you the DNA test results. Do you want to detail out how she and I conceived these kids?" Jones, being Damon’s long-ti friend, knew exactly where to poke to bring out the pain.
The re thought of such a scene was unbearable for Damon. The fact that he had managed to keep his distance for this long was nothing short of a miracle.
Jones’s words, however, were undoubtedly stirring up those unbearable thoughts in Damon.
Then Damon punched Jones in a fit of rage. Jones didn’t retaliate. When I stepped out, Damon was preparing for another round.
I turned off the surveillance footage, my mind in turmoil.
I hadn’t expected Jones to use this matter to provoke Damon. His actions not only shocked but also left disappointed.
"Luna, you go ahead and eat. I have to step out for a bit," I told Luna as I got up. "Can you ask Norah to watch the kids? I’ll be back soon."
Luna nodded. She was too preoccupied to ddle in my affairs.
I went straight to Jones’s place. He wasn’t working that evening and seed surprised to see . I rarely ever visited him on my own accord. My visits were usually at the behest of my parents.
Jones’s ho was as simple and cozy as ever. The aroma of a freshly cooked al wafted through the air. Luna was at my place today so he hadn’t joined us for dinner.
"Why are you here? Aren’t you supposed to be with Luna?" Jones’s voice had lost its initial cold indifference and had now beco tender. His hair shimred softly under the lamp light. It was always in perfect condition. I always thought it was because he was a doctor and knew how to take care of himself.
But I wasn’t in the mood to appreciate these things now. The man standing before had a perfect exterior and an ability to sway hearts with his act. However, his inner darkness and obsession were just like the man I had known in my past life, unchanged.
I sat down on the sofa, "Jones, can you tell what you said to provoke Damon?"
"I didn’t say anything. Just asked him to stop bothering you. Didn’t I explain that to you?" Jones poured a glass of water and sat across from . He wore a gray t-shirt and matching trousers, appearing refined and gentle. His icy deanor had completely lted away, replaced by a gentle warmth.
"Really?" I gave Jones one last chance.
"Yes, really." Jones hesitated for a mont, but his answer remained the sa,
I felt a pang of disappointnt. He hadn’t truly opened up to . He hadn’t been completely honest.
I couldn’t exactly pinpoint my emotions at the mont. I was both prepared and distraught.
Jones seed to have noticed my discomfort. His eyes squinted a little, "What’s wrong? You seem upset."
I took a deep breath and replied, "I saw the surveillance footage, the one at the front gate. I heard your entire conversation with Damon. Jones, why did you say those things?"
As my words fell, the smile on Jones’s face froze. His lips tightened, hinting at a coldness.
It was as if my words had struck a nerve.
"Because I know Damon too well." Finally, Jones spoke again, "If he doesn’t believe the DNA test I showed him, he’ll definitely seek the truth. Only if he feels disgusted and repulsed by the very thought of it, will he stop."
"Is that the only reason?" I asked with a cold smile.
"Yes, you know I understand Damon as well as you do, if not more." There was a flash of cunning in Jones’s eyes.
I, of course, knew that. But I couldn’t bring myself to trust Jones fully. His explanation made it seem like he was doing all of this for and the kids. How could I bla him?
Jones’s gaze shifted from to the water glass on the table. His long eyelashes fluttered like a delicate fan, enhancing his refined features.
His expression seed sowhat wronged and a bit uneasy.
My already complex emotions beca even more tangled. I didn’t feel like staying there any longer. Without another word, I got up and left.
Then I heard Jones call out from behind, "Eliana!"
But I ignored him. When I got back ho, I was still upset,
To make matters worse, a more troubleso situation awaited at ho.
Mitch had called Luna, and the two were now having a heated argunt.
Luna was on the balcony in the living room. Norah had taken the kids to the bedroom to avoid scaring them.
"Mitch, you bastard! We’re getting a divorce!" Luna yelled, her voice filled with despair and anger. It made my heart clench.
"Get lost! All of you, just get lost! I’m telling you, I want the kids. If you dare to take them away from , I’ll burn your whole family down, believe it or not?"
Luna was crying hard, her voice trembling as she spoke.
I took the phone from her, "Mitch, what are you trying to do? Be straight!"
Mitch paused for a mont, seemingly taken aback by the sudden change of speaker. When he recognized my voice, he tried to control his emotions, "Eliana, this has nothing to do with you. This is between and Luna. Don’t interfere!"
"What gives you the right? I tell ya, Luna is family to . I have every right to be involved in anything concerning her. Out with it, what’s your next move? Didn’t spend those few hours reflecting, did ya? Already conjuring up another sche to piss Luna off, huh?" My words were laced with rising anger; my mood was already sour. "Why don’t you just do us all a favor and drop dead, you piece of trash!"
"Watch your mouth when you talk to !" Mitch warned, his voice seething with barely contained rage.
It was the first ti I’ve heard this threatening tone from him.
That’s when Damon’s icy voice ca from Mitch’s end, "Mind your manners."
I wasn’t sure if he was telling to be polite or telling Mitch to be less confrontational. But at that mont, I was at the end of my tether.
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