Once, my paranoid love

The room was filled with an uneasy silence as the weight of the revelation and the implications of the accusations settled upon them. The truth had come to light, and the consequences of these long-buried secrets were now being faced.

With a finality in his tone, Derek dismissed their presence. “You guys are free to leave now,” he declared, a clear indication that this confrontation had run its course.

As William’s thoughts churned with frustration and anger, he couldn’t help but feel the weight of his ruined plans and the financial loss he had suffered. His mind was filled with a deep-seated determination not to let this setback stand.

“It isn’t possible. I lost my money only because of Anne and this jerk,” William seethed silently. “He really wrecked everything. I’m not going to let that happen.”

With a sense of urgency, William decided to make amends on behalf of his son. He pleaded with Derek, “Mr. Houston, on behalf of my child, I apologize. He’ll never do it again.”

Derek’s response was unexpected, and his words carried an ominous tone. “Mr. William, don’t worry. If he dares to do it again, I’ll kill him,” Derek remarked with a smirk. His comment sent shockwaves through both Ron and William, their faces pale with fear.

Without wasting another moment, William grabbed Ron’s hand and forcefully led him out of Derek’s office. The weight of Derek’s threat and the implications of their failed confrontation hung over them like a storm cloud.

In the confines of their car, William couldn’t contain his anger any longer. “I warned you not to ruin it, but you!” he yelled, his voice filled with frustration.

Ron attempted to defend himself, a hint of defensiveness in his voice. “How would I know he’s Elena’s husband, Dad?” he argued. “It’s not my fault.”

William’s anger remained unabated, and he retorted, “Shut up,” his voice sharp with irritation. The frustration of his failed plans and the financial loss he had incurred weighed heavily on him.

“All my money and all my efforts are useless,” William added, his voice tinged with regret.

As the car sped away from Derek’s workplace, they were left to contemplate the implications of this failed encounter.

“But where is Mr. Robert? Why don’t you confront him and ask him?” Ron suggested, his curiosity piqued by the complicated family dynamics that had been revealed.

William ran a hand through his hair, his brow furrowing as he grappled with the tangled web of secrets. “Ron,” he began, his voice heavy with the weight of unspoken truths.

William said everything to Ron that what Paul did to Robert.

“How could Paul do that?” Ron asked in shock, his voice filled with disbelief and confusion.

“And another thing is that Paul is your brother,” William sighed, confirming the family tie that had remained hidden for years.

Ron’s astonishment was palpable, and his questions came rapid-fire. “What?” he exclaimed in disbelief. “Dad?” he asked, his voice filled with a mix of frustration and disappointment. “Why did you cheat on my mom?”

William attempted to explain, his voice calm yet laden with regret. “Ron, be quiet,” he responded, his tone measured. “I didn’t deceive Mira.”

“Dad, are you serious? Am I a 6-year-old child? Do you think I can’t understand anything? Do you have any explanations for me right now?” Ron lashed out, his voice filled with frustration and anger. He refused to make eye contact with his father, his emotions bubbling over.

“Explanation? Ron, are you serious? I liked Anne,” he confessed, his voice heavy with guilt and regret.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Ron’s anger flared, and he questioned his father with urgency. “So, why did you marry my mother?” he demanded abruptly. “I heard there was a big brother who died in an accident with Mom,” he added, his voice carrying a mix of curiosity and accusation.

William, taken aback by Ron’s sudden mention of the past, shot his son a stern glance. He questioned Ron, “Why are you bringing that incident up now?”

Ron was undeterred, his curiosity piqued by the tragic incident that had long remained unspoken. “That’s not something I’m bringing up,” he clarified. “I’m just curious about how they died,” he added, his voice tinged with a desire for understanding.

William responded, “So, we’ll talk about it later.”

Ron’s frustration and curiosity reached a breaking point as the car continued to move forward, his unanswered questions gnawing at him. He could no longer bear the silence surrounding the painful past that had cast a shadow over their family.

Suddenly, Ron took decisive action and ordered the driver to pull over to the side of the road. His determination to uncover the truth was unwavering, and he was no longer willing to accept his father’s evasiveness.

“Ron, what exactly are you up to?” William urged angrily, his patience waning as his son’s actions continued to challenge his carefully guarded secrets.

Ron turned to his father, his voice resolute as he explained, “When I asked you about my mother and brother’s accidents, you constantly avoided the subject. Now, since I’m older, I’m capable of understanding.” With that, he opened the car door and stepped out, leaving behind the confinement of the vehicle that had carried them.

William was left behind in the car, watching as Ron ventured into the unknown, driven by the need to unravel the secrets of his family’s past. He called out to his son, desperation in his voice, “Ron! Ron, stop.”

William muttered to himself in frustration, “Ahh! This boy, like his mother, is an idiot.”

“Driver, drive home,” he instructed.

**

Paul’s POV.

In the sterile, white-washed confines of the hospital, I slowly opened my eyes, my senses muddled by the haze of unfamiliar surroundings. I let out a quiet, bewildered murmur, struggling to make sense of my disoriented state.

“What in the world did they give me? I’m unable to raise my head,” I murmured to myself in a hushed voice. The sensations coursing through my body were discomforting, as if I were in a state of agony. I shifted my gaze upwards, my eyes trailing over the plain ceiling as I attempted to gather my bearings.

“What the heck am I doing here?” I wondered aloud, confusion clouding my thoughts. With a sense of urgency, I pushed myself up from the bed, my head swiveling to take in the unfamiliar hospital room.