Chapter 5 He Called To Threaten Her!

The results were out!

Michelle and Miguel stared at the tablet screen, each refusing to make a single move.

This had been what they wanted, searching the nation's gene pool and finally finding out who their father was, but now that the time had come, both children couldn't help but feel a sense of dread wash over them.

"D-Do you think..." Miguel began, trying to ignore the way his voice cracked, "Do you think this is really okay?" He asked.

Michelle didn't respond. She instead quietly stared at the tablet screen and after a few seconds, was hesitant to click and check the result.

Even though they both wanted to know who their father was and what type of man he was, they feared that he'd be a bad person.

In their earliest memories, each time Amelie spoke about their father, Michelle, and Miguel could both see the way their mother's face soured and the pain in her eyes even though she tried telling happy stories.

The memory of their father was definitely a painful topic for their mother.

So, was it really the right choice? Finding their father? What if their actions accidentally cause their mother more pain?

The little girl couldn't help but bite on her fingernail as she stared at the tablet's blank screen in thought.

Miguel seemed to share similar thoughts. He was quiet for a while, then spoke. "Maybe... maybe we shouldn't-"

"No." Michelle interrupted her brother, speaking with an unusual determination in her tone.

Her mind was full of different possibilities, but no matter what she imagined, their father was still their father and he would always be her father. Even if the man was a criminal or a scumbag, he was still related to her and Miguel by blood.

"I want to know who our father is." She declared, then looked up and saw Miguel looking back at her with a conflicted expression.

"But, what about Mommy?"

Michelle was silent, but her eyes hardened with determination. "We'll make sure she won't find out and besides, if that man is a bad person we'll just have to teach him a good lesson and let him know that he should never have messed with our mommy." She stated.

Miguel didn't seem very convinced, but alas, nodded along to the plan of his twin sister. He also wanted to know who their father was.

"So, are you ready?" Michelle asked, her hand hovering over the tablet.

"Yeah," Miguel answered.

"Okay," she took a deep breath. "Three, two, one!" Immediately after she ended the countdown, Michelle switched the tablet on and unlocked the screen, but much to their surprise, the matching results on the screen showed an error message.

The results had been concluded, but the matching couldn't be found!

"Huh?!" Miguel and Michelle exclaimed.

"What is going on?" Michelle asked, confused.

"Let me check," Miguel said, tapping on the screen to check the system's report. "It says here that the matching wasn't possible, because the DNA gene we are trying to match doesn't exist." He explained.

"Wh-What? The DNA doesn't exist? What does that mean?" Michelle asked.

"Uhm, let's try and see," Miguel answered, then began to browse through the national's gene pool and after a few seconds he spoke. "It says here that only the DNA of the living can be matched."

"So...does that mean...that man isn't alive?" Michelle asked.

Miguel didn't immediately respond, but instead checked the results more thoroughly, before turning to Michelle and responding with a nod.

"Seems so," Miguel answered.

The room fell silent for a bit, each twin deep in their own thoughts. Michelle felt a sense of relief. She believed that even though they had just learned that their father was dead, it was better than learning that he was some low-cl*ss scumbag.

Miguel on the other hand, couldn't help the suspicious thoughts that were roaming his mind. The gene pool had shown that the result had been completed, meaning that a match had indeed been made, yet when they clicked to view it, the conclusion changed. Almost as if it had been manipulated.

Was this perhaps the handiwork of someone else, or had it just been a glitch caused by the nonfrequent maintenance that the site received?

After thinking for some time, both Miguel and Michelle sighed out simultaneously.

"Well, guess that's it," Miguel stated.

"Yup." Michelle agreed.

Both twins turned to look at each other and shared a smile.

"You know," Michelle began, "Even though I'm disappointed that I didn't get to know what type of person that man was, I'm glad that he is actually dead." She revealed, surprising her brother.

"Really? Why?"

"Because, if he was still alive, I'd have wanted to see him and ask him some questions."

Miguel nodded his head in understanding, realizing that he too would have done the same.

"Well, then I guess it's for the better that he isn't." He concluded and exited the gene pool, tuning into their favorite show on YouTube and placing the tablet between him and his sister.

As the video continued, Miguel couldn't help but turn to glance at his sister. Her eyes were focused on the screen, watching the cartoon in its entirety.

He smiled, seeing the relieved expression on his twin's face, and then turned back to focus on the cartoon.

Somewhere along the line, both twins began to feel sleepy but refused to turn the cartoon off. Their eyes slowly drooped down and the next thing they knew, the two were fast asleep, the tablet lying beside them on the bed and the video was still playing.

** ** ** **

The next morning, Amelie woke up feeling much more refreshed.

She had slept just enough to feel as if her entire being had been reborn.

She got out of bed and proceeded to do her daily morning routine which began with waking the twins up. She stepped into their room to find them sleeping and was just about to wake them up when she noticed the tablet lying in between them both.

Amelie shook her head. Just because she had gone to sleep early last night, the children had gotten the privilege of using their tablets late into the night.

She walked over to their bed and plucked the tablet out from in between them. She then went to the setting and turned on parental control, making sure that the kids couldn't use the tablet past their bedtime, making sure that this little mistake never repeated itself.

After doing that, Amelie set down the tablet on their study table and instead of waking them up, she tucked them underneath their duvets allowing them to sleep a little while longer before she woke them up for school.

As she left their room, she couldn't help but wonder what she'd make for breakfast. She felt hungry, which was surprising since she normally didn't have a big appetite and could eat anything.

Amelie walked into the kitchen and began searching through the cabinets and fridge, looking for ingredients she could use to cook her famous breakfast omelets.

She grabbed everything she needed and after setting the ingredients down, she washed her hands, put on her apron, and began to cook.

Amelie was good and efficient at cooking. Having lived alone with two kids for the past eight years, she had grown to know her way around the kitchen without even needing to bat a lash.

In a matter of minutes, the entire apartment was filled with the smell of freshly cooked food. Amelie dished out a small portion for herself, packed the ones the twins were going to eat during lunch in school, and then decided to wake the twins up after she had eaten.

Luckily, today was one of her days off and she wasn't in any rush to get to work. Settling down in one of the dining chairs, Amelie was about to scoop the first spoon of omelet into her mouth when her phone suddenly began to ring.

"Ha." Amelie sighed as she placed her spoon down and reached for her phone which was beside her.

When she saw who was calling, a small frown marred her lips.

'Why the hell is he calling me? His wicked wife must have spread the news.' Amelie thought to herself as she stared at her father's called ID across her screen, the frown on her lips deepening with every p*ssing second.

The nerves he had to call her after selling her to save his company all those years ago!

Forget how Audrey and Chloe had treated her, he was the main cause. Chloe and Audrey were her stepmother and stepsister, but he...he was her father!

Never in a thousand years could she have believed that he hated her as much as he did if not for what Chloe had said.

Amelie felt angry as she continued to stare at her phone screen. She no longer felt any form of emotional attachment to those people, thus she couldn't feel the grief and heartache that her previous self felt and could only feel anger and hatred. Sighing, she closed her eyes. She had no idea why he was calling her, but she did know that the man had the most inconvenient timing ever. She had just cooked a wonderful meal and now had to leave it to get cold.

"Ugh, he really just has to ruin my day before it begins." She cursed as she pressed the 'answer' button on the screen and raised the phone to her ear.

"Hello," She greeted coldly.

"Amelie, sweetie, is that you?" Her father spoke.

"Who are you to call me that? And why are you calling?" She asked, her voice sounding more irritated than she intended.

"Well, I was just...wanting to confirm if it was you."

"What do you want?"

"Amelie my dear, I know that you are angry at your humble father over what happened all those years ago, so I've called to apologize."

"Apologize." Amelie scoffed at the word. She wasn't the same woman as before and knew that her father was lying. She knew that he had never cared for her, even from the moment her mother had died and she was sure that the apology was merely an act.

"Apologize? Is that what you think I want? You know, for the first couple of months, I actually thought that maybe you really did feel bad about what you did and hoped that you'd come back and beg for forgiveness. But you never did. So no, I don't want your apology and neither do I care for your excuses." She stated, her voice sounding as cold as ice. "I'll never accept your fickle apology."

"Please sweetie, just give your humble father another chance."

"And why should I?" Amelie sneered, "Only if you bring Mother back from the dead, perhaps then I'll consider accepting an apology from the likes of corrupt scum like you."

"How can you be so difficult, Amelie? I've had enough! Come home this instance else there will be consequences!"

"Consequences?" Amelie asked confused, after all, her father had nothing on her. She had nothing to fear from the old man and his threats were merely that, empty threats.

"You heard me! I can make you come back whether you like it or not. Now come home or else I'll have your mother's things sold off, starting from that sapphire necklace you cherish so much."

At that moment, Amelie was so mad, that she could feel the veins throb on her temples.

"Are you threatening me?!" She sneered into the phone. "How dare you even think of laying your filthy hands on my mother's things?!"

"Watch the way you speak to me child, I am still your father! Now come home at once!"

Amelie gritted her teeth, she wanted to refuse, but when remembering how her mother loved that Sapphire necklace and later p*ssed it to her during her final days, Amelie felt conflicted.

She was tempted to say no, but the thought of the necklace in the hands of Audrey and Chloe, or even worse, sold off for petty money, had her biting the inside of her cheek.

She took a deep breath, "Fine." She hissed into the phone.

"Good. Remember, the sooner you arrive the better." With that, the call ended.

Amelie stared at her phone, her hands shaking with rage.

'That bast*rd.'

She threw the phone back onto the table and immediately covered her face with her hands, a pained groan escaping her throat. She couldn't just sit by and watch the relic of her mother get sold off.

'What should I do, Mom?' Amelie thought with a sigh.

Meanwhile, back at the Arnaud Villa, Fernando had just ended the call with Amelie when Audrey rushed towards him anxiously.

"So? Is she coming? Did you get her to come back?" She peppered her husband with questions.

Fernando turned to look at his wife and nodded his head, the corners of his lips bending into a calculating frown.

"Yes, she is..." he said, allowing the rest of his words to trail off, yet, Audrey knew what he was going to say.

Amelie had to come back in order for them to satisfy the request of their golden client. The same person who had requested Amelie's blood eight years ago.

One way or the other, they had to get Amelie to come home!