Fatherless.

Chapter Six.

Charles's POV

*THE NEXT MORNING*

I looked at myself in the mirror, while I remembered all that happened yesterday, even though I was hungover at this point. I remembered how I went to the club because I was really heartbroken.

*FLASHBACKS*

"You should move on from her! It has been five years already; there are a lot of girls out there, and it is so obvious that she doesn't care about you. Do you expect her to go back to you after what you did to her? No reasonable human would do that." Bruce told me while I took another shot of the tequila that the barman had prepared.

"Yes Bruh! You have to move on. You have to move on. There are a lot of ladies that want you so bad, but you have been snubbing them so hard for the last few years." Tony added. To be honest, I didn't care about what they were saying.

I wouldn't change my mind that easily, no matter what. I would prefer to remain single forever than for me to get married to someone else apart from Erika.

Furthermore, I spotted David, who was kissing another girl who was in the club. That was not Erika. Out of anger, I stood up from where I was and then walked up to David. I took the cup that was filled with alcohol and poured it on his face.

"What do you think you are doing?" I brought out my phone, and took a picture immediately. The music that was at the club stopped playing, while a lot of people diverted their gaze towards us.

"What do you think you are trying to do? Why are you here?" David questioned me while he tried me to talk things out with me. I wasn't ready to listen to whatever he had to tell me

I didn't know when I used my fist to hit him right in the cheeks, and it turned into a massive issue last night.

*END OF FLASHBACKS*

I remembered how I also went to her house last night, while I kept on saying nonsense. I hit my head on regret after remembering all that happened.

*****

I was at the company sorting out a lot of things. It was really hectic for me; being a CEO was something that was really hard for me. My phone started ringing, but it was an unknown number.

Who must be ringing right now? I had to pick it up since it might be a very important call.

"Hello!" I said over the phone, and immediately I picked up the call. "Are you Sir Charles?" I heard that very familiar voice. I could recognize that voice anywhere, and I remembered that I gave her my number the last time that I went to her mom's company.

"Yes! What is the problem, Rose?" I questioned her after I heard how sad she sounded over the phone.

"I got into a fight with someone at school. Is it possible for you to come over? I don't want mommy to know about it." She told me while I sighed. "Sure, what is the name of your school?" I questioned her, and she answered me without even thinking twice. 

I grabbed my car remote, and left my office immediately. I drove off at full speed to where her school was. Furthermore, I was led to the office of the principal while I saw Rose, who was there with two other students.

They really looked like students who got into fights with the way they were dressed. "Oh! You are Mr. Evans? I didn't know you were related to Rose." The principal said this after she saw that I had entered her office. 

"What Led to the fight? I trust Rose, and she wouldn't do something like that. She wouldn't be the one to start a fight." That was the first thing that I said before the lady started talking.

I vouched for her, because I knew who her mom was. Her mom definitely brought her up in the right way; that was another reason why I knew that there was no way she could start the fight first. 

"That was the reason why I called you. So that we could hear from both parties." She added. "I didn't mean to start the fight first. They were the first person to attack me by saying I don't have a father. Was it my fault? How would someone say that? You are heartless." Rose spatted.

"Please, can we just let this issue slide?" I questioned their head teacher while. She shrugged her arm.

"Alright, sure. That wouldn't be a hard thing." She answered me while she dismissed us.

The other two little girls apologized to Rose before they walked out of the office. "Thank you very much." I appreciated their head teacher. It was already the end of the lessons already. They don't have class again.

"Thank you very much, mister." She appreciated me. With the acts I saw today, I am very certain that David doesn't have anything to do with Erika. They were just friends, and business partners, and there was nothing attached.

"Let's go grab some ice cream." I told Rose after she went to carry her school bag. Most of the staffs, and some of the senior students, were so surprised to see me at their school.

I knew I was really popular, but was it supposed to be that obvious on their faces? We went to a restaurant that was just one minute's walk from her school, while I texted her mom to come meet us there.

We ordered for two bowls of ice cream, and we got there immediately. "So you haven't seen your dad before? Why?" I questioned Rose, who was at my front.

"My mom told me that my dad abandoned us years ago, and I am four years old." She answered my question while I squinted my eyes. She's four years? 

I guess I had been wrong all along. Erika left me four years ago, and there was no way that her daughter would be mine. That means she dated another guy immediately after she dated me?

I was so confused at this point. The bowl of the ice cream was brought to the both of us while we feasted on it, waiting patiently for her mom to arrive. It wasn't long before her mom arrived at the location. 

I watched as she came down from the cab that brought her to the location. 

"What happened? Why are you with her?" She walked in to where we were with an evident panting in her voice. It looked like she ran to this place; it took her just Six minutes for her to arrive. She sat on an empty chair that was there.

"They called your daughter fatherless, and she got into a fight. Why can't you get in touch with her father? Does his father know that he has a daughter here? What kind of father wouldn't care about his child?" I muttered, but she heard all that I was saying.

"Just because you helped my daughter at her school doesn't give you the right time to question me that way. As for her father, I bet he is doing well wherever he is, probably chasing after a girl who doesn't even give a fuck about him." She answered me.

Why does it look as if she was referring to me? "I would see you later. Bye." She grabbed her daughter's hand, almost walking out of me. Her daughter turned back, and then waved her hand at me as she walked away.

I wondered what Erika's reaction would be once she found out that I was involved in the deaths of her parents. That was the main reason why I felt like I didn'

t deserve her.

I feel guilty anytime I remember what happened to her parents.