"The results are ready. Mr Aiden is not the son of Mr Scott," the doctor said. "Are you sure?" Mr Jayson asked. "The test results show, Mr Scott is a relative but not his biological father," the doctor explained. "Okay, I will pass by and pick up the results but kindly send a scanned version to my email," Mr Jayson said trying to prevent any surprise that would change the results shared with him just now. "So Mr Aiden was right," Mr Jayson thought after ending the call. When he visited Mr Scott's office, it was to get a sample to run the test. The only excuse he could come up with coming to his office like that was to tell him about Aiden's visit. Mr Scott was still the prime minister of the state. Informing him of what someone is thinking of him seems like a normal thing to do. He was also aware, Mr Scott would interpret that as a mere formality and would do his investigation on the side. This only means one thing, he needs to act like he is against Aiden to catch Mr Scott unawa
Dr Jerome had become a shadow of himself and had buried himself in work after losing Haga who had still not been buried. He comes home and leaves without anyone seeing him. He had assigned Ana to a new doctor to handle her. At Dr Jerome's apartment, Ana opened her eyes to an empty room. She got down from the bed and checked the bathroom and there was no sign of Aiden. His laptop was on the table open even though the screen was off. His bag was still where he kept it. Ana stepped out of the room to look for Aiden. Descending the staircase into the living room, she runs into one of the servants. "Please have you seen Aiden?" she asked. "He left hours ago with some police officers," the servant replied not sure about telling Ana her husband was arrested in her condition. "Did he say when he will be back?" Ana asked. "I am sorry ma'am, he didn't," replied the servant. "Perchance, have you seen Dr Jerome?" Ana asked. "He returned to the house at 4 a.m. today and left after 10 minute
She fetched her phone and dialled Dr Jerome's number. The phone rang multiple times but there was no answer. She attempted multiple times and the results were still the same. She sat down on the bed in frustration but her phone rang drawing her attention to it. She checked the caller ID and it was unknown. She answered and her eyes widened upon hearing the voice on the other end of the call. "Hello Ana," came a familiar voice. "How is marriage life with Aiden?" the person asked in a mocking tone. "Who is this?" Ana asked with a frown. "Oh, I see. You have forgotten my voice because I left you two alive. I should have shot you dead when I had the chance," the person said. "Ms Thatcher?" Ana said almost in a whisper. "Why are you calling me?" she asked. "Well, I saw the news of Aiden's arrest and his bankruptcy. I felt I should call and sympathize with you. You must be going through a lot," Amanda said laughing. "I don't need your sympathy and Aiden is just helping the police," An
Meanwhile, outside somewhere on the street, Dr Jerome was driving back home to find out why Ana was not answering her calls and so was the person Mr Jayson sent to check up on Ana. They were both a couple of minutes' drive away from the apartment. Two cars drove towards the entrance of Dr Jerome's apartment. Dr Jerome was a bit surprised to see the strange car driving towards his apartment. He drove into his compound and parked in front of the garage. He got out of the car and waited for the strange car to drive in. The car also drove in and found a place to park. The person behind the wheel got down and Dr Jerome stood there waiting. "Hello, I Brian. I was sent here by my boss, Mr Jayson to check on one Ms Ana Morrison," Brian said and Dr Jerome relaxed. "Okay, I am Dr Jerome. This is my apartment," Dr Jerome said and the two gentlemen headed for the front door. "Whose is your boss?" Dr Jerome asked. "The head of the central police station," Brian replied. "Actually, we are more
"Good, at sunrise, I will look into the name," Mr Jayson said, leaving the station to his home. At Sunrise, Scotts Apartment, Mr Scott was on the phone with someone as early as 5 a.m. He was pacing up and down the bedroom carrying an angry expression. "What the fuck!" he growled and Mrs Scott jolted out of her sleep upon hearing her husband's loud voice. She sat on the bed, her eyes following her husband up and down the room wondering what could put him in such a mood this early morning. "What happened?" Mrs Scott asked once her husband was off the phone. "Aiden happened," Mr Scott spat. "What did he do? I thought he was in prison," Mrs Scott said lying back on the bed. "That stupid daughter of yours did it again," Mr Scott growled. "Okay, who are we talking about? Ruth or Aiden?" Mrs Scott asked pushing herself to relax on the bed headboard. "I reduced Aiden to nothing, got him off our backs so we can enjoy all of these. Your stupid blockheaded daughter decided to call him
Back at the station, the officer smiled, " I found Mrs Jayla Ross Scott," "Perfect. Give me all the details on her," Mr Jayson said and the officer printed out the information he had found and handed it over to Mr Jayson. He went through the details which had only some basic information. Her date of birth and death. Her husband but no record of having a child. From the information Mr Jayson was holding in his hand, Jayla's husband was recorded as Jeremy Scott. Mr Jayson frowned going through the details. Jeremy Scott owned nothing at the time of his death. "Hmmm," Mr Jayson thought and exited the room and made a call to someone. "Yes, you know why I called. Exactly," Mr Jayson said and ended the call. He walked up to Aiden's cell and unlocked the cell. Aiden looked at him surprised wondering what was happening. Mr Jayson had told him he would stay in the cell till everything was over. So does it mean everything is over? Aiden stared at Mr Jayson for answers. "Mr Aiden, you can
Mrs Scott read the message and gasped in horror. How can her daughter be arrested was the question on her mind. It only meant her husband had done nothing about the information he received. She scrolled through her contacts and dialled her husband's number. "Our daughter has just been arrested. Do something," Mrs Scott said on the phone. "Look, I have bigger problems to resolve. Like we losing everything right now. Ruth getting arrested is the least of the problems," Mr Scott snapped. "So our daughter should go to jail?" Mrs Scott questioned angrily. "I am busy. Take care of that," Mr Scott said and ended the call. "Did he just cut the call on me?" Mrs Scott said to herself staring at the phone screen. She redialed her husband's number and waited patiently for him to answer. "If our daughter spends a night in jail, I promise you I will tell the whole world you killed Mr Thatcher," she threatened and ended the call without giving her husband a chance to react to her statement.
These were the three words, he was hoping to hear in this company but now he is hearing those words and did not know what to make of it. Was he going to be terminated? This was the thought running through Aiden's mind as he sat down slowly. The sentence 'please have a seat' when made to you after being invited into the CEO's office, only means good news. If it is a termination, HR takes care of it. In Aiden's case, he had just started with the company and he was yet to make great achievements even though, he has implemented some changes which is fostering productivity in the firm. "Mr Scott, I invited you to personally apologize to you on behalf of the company. What happened on our premises which could have cost you your life could have been prevented if the proper check at the entrance was done. The security man had confessed, he allowed the vehicle in because it was an expensive classy one," said the CEO and Aiden felt relief upon hearing these words. He didn't understand why he f