**The Past** (Last Part)“What did you do? Why did you do that? How did you know where Josie lived? What got into your cunt and you did that? FÚCK, JACKSON!” Don Vandolf asked one after another. He tried to calm himself because of what happened. If Set hadn’t traced Jackson’s whereabouts, he wouldn’t have known that his son wasn’t in their mansion.“Stop asking me those shits, dad!” Jackson shouted.“Oh, and you’re taking responsibility! Do you really want to get hit, HUH?” Don Vandolf said angrily.“I thought you’re a gentleman, papa. I gave you my full respect without even knowing that you’re doing some miracle within this house! YOU’RE NOT SATISFIED WITH YOUR MISTRESS! YOU’RE REALLY STILL GROWING YOUR ATTITUDE!” the young Jackson cried loudly.Don Vandolf could not help but hear what he heard.“WHAT, DADDY? DON’T SAY YOU WILL DENY THAT IN FRONT OF ME? I SAW YOU AND THAT SNAKE KISSING EACH OTHER IN YOUR OWN BED, IN MOM’S BED! ARE WE NOT ENOUGH FOR YOU? DO WE NOT LOVE YOU? AND YOU WE
Jackson quickly released Yvette when Freya suddenly regained consciousness. He immediately approached Freya and stroked her hair."Y-you're awake. H-how are you feeling? Is something hurting you?" Jackson asked worriedly."I still feel a little dizzy," Freya replied. She frowned when she saw Yvette. "Who is she?" she asked."Uhm, I'm the daughter of the doctor that was assigned to you. He asked me to monitor your vitals on his behalf. Your nurse is also on lunch break," Yvette replied with a smile. She smiled as if nothing had happened between her and Jackson."Jackson?""W-what he said was true, Freya," Jackson stammered.‘Am I hallucinating, earlier? I saw Jackson holding this girl's neck,' Freya thought."Are you okay? Do you need anything?" Jackson asked again."I'm fine. Please call the doctor. I want to get out of here. I need to talk to the chief in person," Freya said while removing the dextrose from her hand."Freya, you can’t even if we want to. Please don't force yourself.
The number you have dialed is either unattended or out of coverage. Please try again later.Annoyed, Jacob pocketed his cell phone when he didn't contact Freya."Please answer my call, Freya," Jacob whispered. He got his phone from his pocket then he dialed her number eleven times but he got no answer from her. He tried it once more.The number you have dialed is either —"Fúck! I'm sick of this shit!" he shouted angrily into his cell phone. He put his hands on his head and hugged himself.Currently, a forensic pathologist is examining the child's body found along the street in España. Jacob knew the forensic pathologist because he, himself, contacted him to come to the town of Monte Carlos. The pathologist demanded a lot of compensation from Jacob because he was carrying his last supplies to the small town. That didn't matter to Jacob because what he wanted to know was what was the real cause of the child's death and if it was really his son. He repeatedly called Freya just to ask he
Jacob took the star necklace before he talked to his forensic pathologist friend, Mr. George."Jacob, my friend called me and we already have the DNA result. It's negative. The child lying in the morgue is not your child," Mr. George said. "I know," Jacob replied sparingly."Then why didn't you say anything to me? I should have stopped the tests I did on the corpse," Mr. George said. "I'm sorry. I have another favor to ask. Can you call your friend?" Jacob pleaded.Mr. George raised his eyebrows. "Why do I need to call him? We already know the result and it will be faxed to us any minute now," he said."Tell him to change the result. Make it positive," Jacob ordered. direct laughMr. George laughed. . He put both his hands on his waist and then scratched his prickly nose. Mr. George was a Mestizo because his father is an American."You're kidding, right?" The eyebrows of Mr. George met. His eyes narrowed and looked at Jacob closely. "What's on your mind?" he continued.Jacob smiled.
A secret smile quickly curved Jackson's lips as he watched the news on television in the hospital lobby. After he hypnotized Yvette's head, he slowly walked back to Freya's room.“I Didn't know that I would meet another idiot today," he whispered as he rubbed his palms together.Jackson was a kind child, not until he repeatedly witnessed his father's behavior. His dark side started to dominate him when he met Josefina, Jacob's biological mother. Don Vandolf didn't even explain to him that his mistress didn't know that he was a mistress even before they had Jacob. His father made him think that he was not the only one who was tempted and made a mistake. That's when Jackson's anger started to flare up with his mother Josefina and Jacob. He thought it was Jacob's mother who insisted herself to his father. He thought Josefina looked like money and soulless for destroying her happy family. Right after he burned down their home, his mother died. I guess that is what is called karma. As Jaco
“Sir, thank you very much for arresting her. She is a fugitive patient at OLHOS. We just want to know what her purpose is here,” the nurse said while petting Jacob.Freya quickly raised one of her lips. She forgot that she was in the arms of her former boyfriend.“And who told you she was a fugitive?” Jackson said. He quickly walked closer to where Freya and Jacob were. His eyes were fixed on Jacob’s hands wrapped around Freya’s waist.‘The Grays! Who is this girl and it looks like the brothers are fighting over her? What the fuck! She’s lucky!’ the nurse screamed dumbly. She swallowed one after the other, before she faced the approaching Jackson. “Do you have proof that that woman is not a runaway patient?” she asked.“That girl?” Jackson smirked. “Her name is Freya. Call her by her name. And yes, I have proof. Here.” Jackson threw the official receipt of Freya’s hospital bills at OLHOS in front of the nurse.The nurse quickly picked up the papers. Her eyes widened when she saw how m
Freya felt like a candle going out as she got closer and closer to the morgue. She remembered the happy memories she had with Yael. Although their lives were difficult, their hearts overflowed with happiness. Her mind was filled with questions. What if he hadn’t met the Grays? What if he was just content with the life they had before? Maybe Yael would still be alive if she chose to stay away from the rich and powerful family. “Freya, don’t force yourself if you can’t see Yael yet,” Jackson said. He was holding Freya by the shoulder while one of his hands was holding the door.Freya swallowed. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes tightly. She could still feel the softening of her knees. She concluded, at any moment she could fall. She held her forehead when it suddenly hurt. “Freya, are you okay? Can we just wait for them to bring Yael to your house? You just got out of the hospital and the doctor strictly instructed you not to get stressed,” Jackson said.“I want to see my son
Freya was stunned as she looked at the coffin in front of her. Her eyes are watery from crying all day long. She was wearing a black dress, black glasses and black sandals. Her whole body seemed to be numb. Sometimes she would suddenly whimper and laugh to herself.“Poor Freya! She loves Yael very much. I still remember when Yael was young. She almost broke down working to meet her son’s needs,” Marivic said, one of the great marites in Freya’s village.“Yes, yes. Did you know Yael’s father?” Aling Pitang asked.“Oh, yes! We saw it on the news! The mother and her son would have been a jackpot. The boy’s father was a Gray!” Marife exclaimed, the leader of the marites.“What’s the jackpot there? We haven’t even seen a shadow of Yael’s father since Freya gave birth. When the child is already dead? Yael’s father is a bastard! What Yael inherited was useless because he’s gone. They don’t have a heart?” Marivic commented.Aling Pitang and Marife nodded. “You know, you have a point! Fafa Jac