Mr. Mafia and His Little Maid
Finding Jacob's Son
V looked astonished looking at the three of them. V looks at the man sitting in a wheelchair. The man's face was like V had seen, but he forgot where.
"Yes, I'm the son of Renata, the woman whose grave you're visiting. Whoareyou? Do you know my mother?"
A beautiful woman and a man who stood looking at each other. "Who's your name?"
"My name is Vero Jaskuel Thomson, but I'm called V more often."
"Do you want to do a DNA test with my son?"
Both of V's eyebrows furrowed at what the man with his white hair said. "Dna test? What do you mean? Did you guys go wrong looking for someone's grave? You better go 'cause I want to see my mom."
"If you are the son of Renata and Jacob it means you are our grandson."
"What's? Your granddaughter?"
"Yes, because Jacob is our son."
V looked back at the man sitting in the wheelchair. "Is he my father?" ask V with a hesitant tone.
"Of course, he's your father, but we're still going to do a DNA test to find out if you're really our grandson or not" said the man who claimed to be V's grandfather.
"What would you do if I was your grandchild?"
"Of course you have to come with us and be Thomson's family because you are the only Thomson family descendant."
"Ck! It's so good you guys talk. Where have you been all this time? My mother and I have lived through years of suffering and no one cares."
The man who was none other than Carlos held back from hearing what V said, but he had to hold back his emotions because he wanted Jacob's descendants to be with them to continue the company.
"We don't care, but we just found out that Renata and Jacob have a child. We've been trying to find you all along."
"You're rich, and definitely looking for me and my mom isn't hard. You don't care about us."
"V, we care about you and your mother, but you guys who seem to disappear like they are swallowed up by the earth. What else we can't question your father because of your father's coma." The woman was crying.
"If you want to blame your suffering life, it's not our fault, but it's your father's adoptive brother's fault. He's the cause of all the bad things that happened to you and your mother."
"What's? My father's foster brother? What did he do to my parents?" Look at the curious V.
"Come with us, and I'll tell you everything."
V seemed silent for a moment. "Trust us because we're your only family now."
"Well then, but not today because I still have a college practice that I can't leave." V wants to immediately give the dessert he made to Denna.
"Then we'll meet at this restaurant down the street. This is my phone number you can call."
Carlos gave me his personal business card. V accepted it and looked once more at Jacob who was sitting speechless.
"He's my dad, right?"
"Yes, he's Jacob-your father. He's alive, but dead. He's conscious of his coma, but he doesn't remember anything, even he can't communicate at all."
V walked over to Jacob and he sat crouched down in front of Jacob.
"Dad, can you hear me?"
V tries to communicate with Jacob, but Jacob does not respond at all to V's call.
"He will not respond to you at all. I wish the middle-aged 0 had gently rubbed V's hair.
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"Is he really Jacob and Renata's son?"
"Why don't you believe it? He's at Renata's grave, and you remember when Renata came to the house and said he had a son with Jacob, but we kicked him out because we didn't like Renata from the beginning."
"Yes, and now we're looking for him because my hope is gone when I see Jacob. Who would have carried on the Thomson line if not his son Jacob even if we didn't like his mother. She's in her family alone no longer cared for not marrying her father's friend."
"We can tell if he's our grandson or not by DNA testing."
"How is it? He can be angry because we doubt him."
"With this." The beautiful woman showed me what was in her hands."
"You took Vero's hair? You're smart, honey."
"Of course because I don't want to admit the wrong grandchild. Honey, judging from the boy's face, he looks a lot like Jacob. Didn't you see it?"
"Yes, I saw it. We'd better get to the hospital now and get the kid's hair."
Previously on Denna's house. The girl walked quickly to her car. Grandma followed Denna with a food box.
"Denna, you didn't bring your supplies? You haven't had breakfast."
"No need, Grandma. I'm late."
The middle-aged woman could only sigh slowly. His great-grandson had said goodbye without breakfast he said he was late to the hospital.
"Miss, didn't bring her provisions?"
"I'm late, Dimas. We're leaving now."
Denna got in the car. Denna who was in the car did not say a word. He just looked out the window of his car.
"Dimas, why are we stopping here?" Denna saw a restaurant.
"Miss hasn't had breakfast yet, we'll have breakfast first."
"I'm late, Dimas."
"Aren't they still half an hour away? Let's eat first, Miss if it hurts how?"
"It's none of your business that I'm sick. We're leaving now because I want to see my guidance doctor first thing in the morning before he visits the nursery."
Dimas was a bit surprised by Denna's answer. "All right, we'll just go."
In the course of the phone Dimas rang and Dimas without seeing who contacted him replied by turning on his bluetooth earphones.
"Hello."
"Dimas, where are you?"
"Mitha, what are you calling me so early?"
"Sorry, am I bothering you? I called you this early on purpose because I wanted to take you to breakfast before you work."
"I'm sorry, but I'm at work so I can't take your breakfast calls."
Dimas looked at Denna who was still sitting by looking towards the window.
In her heart Denna felt pain hearing Dimas talk with Mitha, although Denna should not feel hurt.
"Then tomorrow. Tomorrow, right, Saturday and you're definitely off work. Would you like to not if we met? I need a friend to share."