"But 25 thousand is a lot and—" "So what? You were giving 19 thousand to your mistress, so it shouldn't be difficult to come up with that money for yourself." "I could pay that amount if you give me back my job." "No, Roger. That's your punishment: you'll find a job like everyone else to support your mistress and pay child support to Deborah, without my financial help." "Wait... what do you mean by finding a job?" Roger asked, alarmed. "You need to find employment because you're fired from the company." "What?!" Both Isabelle and Roger were shocked. "George, isn’t that a little excessive? Roger is your son and—" "He's an employee who skipped work without any justification." "Without justification? He was in prison!" "But that happened because he annoyed the judge, didn't he?" "George, you need to be fair." "Well, I wasn't the one who fired him, it was his direct supervisor. And I shall respect Edgar's decision." "George, you can't do this to our son and—” "I
For a moment, Roger remained in a state of shock, because he had truly lost everything. It sounded so surreal. He was the eldest son of the Peterson family, the second-richest family in the country. And now, he had become a nobody with no money or family support. All because of that stupid mute. The moment he thought about Deborah, he clenched his fists tightly, swearing to himself that this wouldn't be the end; he would reclaim everything that was rightfully his no matter how long it took. "Son..." His mother's voice interrupted his thoughts. She was very distressed about everything that was happening, especially now that she was homeless. "Take it easy, Mom," he said, approaching to hug her. "This... this is just a rough patch. Everything will be sorted out in a few days." He tried to sound confident but even he had his doubts considering how set his father seemed to be in revoking their privileges. "Come, let's go to my apartment so you can rest a bit." "Yes... you're righ
Isabelle pointed at Sophia’s belly. “You’re mistaken, dear. That will be my second grandchild,” she said. “What do you mean?” Sophia was puzzled. “Deborah is pregnant and a month ahead of you,” Roger chimed in, arms crossed. Sophia’s eyes widened. “Wait, seriously?” “Yes,” Roger confirmed. “So using the baby to win my father’s favor won’t work, Sophia. He’s publicly declared that he’ll only recognize one grandchild, and that’s Deborah’s.” “But perhaps Sophia and her little bastard can help us,” Isabelle mused. “If Sophia’s child is a boy, we might still have a chance to reclaim everything.” Sophia interjected, “Wait, why do you call my son a bastard?” “Because Peterson Group has always been passed down to the firstborn,” Roger explained. “If Sophia’s child is a boy, logically and traditionally, we can fight to regain everything for him.” Roger’s excitement grew. “But what if Deborah’s child is also a boy?” Sophia felt a knot of worry. There was a detail she hadn’t sha
After a few days, Deborah met Christian again in his office to discuss reopening her mother's case—she doubted it was an accident. Christian and his friends gathered all existing material on Alexandra Anderson as they took a seat at the table. The three of them were poring over the files, yet they found nothing useful to reopen the case. "Ah... nothing," Christian's assistant complained. "Nothing here either... Hey Deborah, do you remember anything strange or suspicious from that day?" Christian asked, slightly annoyed at how flawlessly the investigation report labeled it a car accident. [It's a bit fuzzy, but I know I was with her.] "Hey! Wait, I found something," Alan exclaimed excitedly after reading a report on his laptop. [What did you find, Alan?] "It says here that Miss Alexandra Anderson had this accident because she was drunk, but there's no evidence to support that claim." Alan showed them the report. "And here, it shows she had a life insurance policy that was
During the journey home, Deborah ordered food for everyone. Their arrival at her place coincided with the delivery driver. [Perfect timing.] Deborah chuckled as she opened the door and paid for the food. Caroline told her friend to take a shower as they entered the house. “I will serve the food.” [Yes, Mom.] Deborah replied playfully. "Hey Deborah, can I have your wifi password?" Christian asked. [I have it written down on the little pink note on my laptop.] She signed before heading to her room to shower. "Oh, thanks," Christian replied, settling into the living room to check a few things on his computer. "Oh, honey, leave work and come help me," Caroline complained upon seeing her husband engrossed in work again. "I'm coming, sweetheart. I just want to check the stock market a bit." "Are you still playing with stocks?" "Yep, since someone told me they want a little house in this area.” He gave his partner a flirtatious glance. "Christian, you—" "I'm a man of m
It was a beautiful night for a grand celebration that brought together many important and powerful figures of society to commemorate the founding of the city. Anyone who was anyone or had a generous amount of money was invited.But more than the commemoration, all eyes and ears were on the rumors circulating about the Peterson family. Several had heard the trial’s conclusion led to George and Isabelle announcing their divorce—many were there to verify if it was true or just gossip.For the same reason, Roger received a separate invitation with an extra pass to bring a guest if he wished. Because of that, Sophia was excitedly doing her makeup for the grand event."You know, Roger, this party will feel different because I don't have new jewels to wear," Sophia pouted because Roger had always gifted her a new set of jewelry for every event they attended together."Stop complaining," Isabelle spoke, already fed up with Sophia, thinking it would be better if the girl were mute so that s
Deborah’s eyebrows furrowed as she noticed Isabelle and Sophia smiling at her mockingly. "What do you mean?" Samantha asked, looking at her friend in confusion. "Well—" Isabelle began. "Mom," Jayden interrupted, sensing the obvious distasteful intentions of Isabelle and Sophia. "Ms. Isabelle was trying to say that, unfortunately, Deborah is a divorced woman. The animal she was married to abandoned her over the vague excuse that her ability to speak made her useless. Instead of valuing the beautiful personality she possesses, he left her."Roger glared at Jayden for the way the latter had addressed him. But when Roger noticed the look of warning from his father, he quickly controlled himself. "What an idiot your ex is," Eric said with furrowed eyebrows. "To judge a beautiful lady in such a way only shows the poor upbringing he received." "I agree," Jayden smiled, noticing his father’s comment further annoyed Roger and Isabelle. "Well, but surely you agree that having mute g
The Coopers were taken aback by the revelation especially since they usually saw the blonde with Roger at every party they had attended."Well, we've certainly missed out on a lot, haven't we?" Eric sighed heavily."Quite a bit, especially since everything happened so quickly. Now, my second son will inherit the company while I'm currently going through a divorce with Isabelle," George lamented."I’m sorry to hear that," Samantha commented sympathetically."But I think these are things that should have happened a long time ago... I should have been tougher the moment I noticed Isabelle favoring one of our sons over the other," George admitted sadly as he glanced over at Elliot teasing Jayden away while embracing Deborah. "I guess I was naive to think she'd change.""Cheer up, my friend. You have your other son, so there's no need to be sad," Eric reassured George."And my future grandson," George added with a smile."Indeed," said Eric."Hey, how is Roger going to handle that?"