KALE'S POV.My car stopped in the courtyard in front of Yvonne and Theo's mansion door.For a moment, I hesitated in the driver's seat. There seemed to be a fight between logic and feelings in my mind. I could already imagine how Yvonne and Theo would reject me if they saw me coming.But one side of me didn't want to care about that. Wasn't I just taking away my right as Jansen's biological father to see his own son?Knock! Knock!A knock on my side window snapped me out of my reverie. One of Yvonne's bodyguards was waiting for my reaction, he stuck his face in the window.I rolled down the window and he said, "Mr. Kale, do you need me to park your car?"For three seconds I considered my decision, whether to go inside or not. Although my ego was too high to care about the rejection I would get later."Yes, please."I got out of the car after answering.While one of Yvonne's bodyguards took over my car to be parked to the other side, I stepped onto the terrace area. The few bodyguards
KALE'S POV."Dad, I just-"PLAK!A hard slap landed on my right cheek just as I had arrived at the mansion.My body almost staggered. I wasn't expecting this slap at all. It took me a split second to flinch, digesting what Watson had just done to me."You! Why did you say such hurtful things to Jessy?" Watson's voice was low, but full of assertion and accusation.I raised my face, seeing that Watson was already pointing at my face."What do you mean, Father? I said something hurtful to Jessy?" I asked, not knowing what Watson meant by that.Watson lowered his index finger, placing a hand grip on my shoulder. His gaze seemed wary, for whatever reason. I still did not understand why Watson's gesture showed anxiety.And, what did I do to Jessy?I didn't hit her. Nor did I say any hurtful things to him. So, why was Watson slapping me just about Jessy?"You're really stupid, Kale. You should have restrained yourself from cornering her about her not being able to give you a child!"After he
THEO'S POV.[Main Suspects: Hugo, Erick]I let out a long sigh after finishing writing on the printed paper of the dashboard recording photo. I looked at the board while backing up slightly, replaying the memory of a few hours ago when I interrogated Erick.My feelings were chaotic. Worry and anger were mixed up in my chest. I didn't think it would be easy to solve this problem. Because, what Erick said is true.I had no recorded evidence to show that the man on the stairs-who pushed Jansen-was the same man as the one caught on the car's dashboard camera, Erick. The two had different appearances, especially since the man on the stairs didn't fully uncover his face."Ah, he's deliberately like that to cover up his actions," I muttered as I watched Erick's face on the printed photographic evidence.My gaze alternated between the photo of Erick from the dashboard camera footage and the portrait of the man coming down the stairs. The other side of me still believed that these two men were
THEO'S POV."Hey, what are you saying Erick? Alex is just trying to change his appearance. He wants to get the ladies here."Hugo pushed away Erick's hand-ah, I get what his name is-which was about to touch my face. I felt a little relieved, for some reason I felt that Erick would have blown my cover if Hugo hadn't stopped him.Silent for a moment, Erick immediately moved his hand away. From the look in his eyes there was still curiosity about me. The way he looked at me by scanning from bottom to top made me a little threatened.I knew just from his aura. He's a dangerous man. A typical man with a neat, meticulous plan that is rarely uncovered.If he really is the one who harmed Jansen, it's a shame he's dealing with me. I would dig deeper every time he tried to bury his crime."How strange," Erick commented. His eyes seemed to hate me. "I still feel like she looks like someone.""Stop it, Erick. She has to serve me tonight-aka, she'll be my maid," Hugo said with a satisfied smile at
THEO'S POV. Asshole. My steps speed through the crowd of people in the center of the club's dance floor. The noise of the thumping music is deafening to my ears. As I walked with Ken, my eyes darted in every direction in search of someone's whereabouts. Hugo. I had just found a photo from Yvonne's company event documentation. Among more than a hundred photos, there was one that showed Hugo with a man-and he most resembled the face of the anonymous man who was suspected to be the perpetrator.This isn't something I've expected since before. Maybe I didn't consider anyone as a rival. Including Hugo. However, my assumption was wrong.My heart was already heating up. The anger in my chest made me move too quickly to find Hugo in the VVIP sofa area.Unfortunately, Hugo was not there.I let out a long breath. I stopped my steps for a moment, looking at the path to the VVIP sofa area with annoyance."He's not on the VVIP sofa, Mr. Theo," said Ken, who also looked as disappointed as I was
"Mr. Theo. Here's a printout photo that more clearly shows the face of the suspected perpetrator."Ken handed a sheet of paper to my desk. After finding the dashboard video footage of one of the cars capturing the anonymous man with his mask off, I asked Ken to print out an HD version of the photo.I lifted the sheet of paper and watched intensely for a few seconds.His face was captured only on the left side, still wearing the hat, and the sunlight reflected onto his face from the glass was enough to make him look faint.Perhaps at first glance, this photo risked not being concrete evidence that he was the man who pushed Jansen down the stairs. This is because, in the car dashboard footage, when this man exited the parking lot, he had already removed his mask.What is a sign is that his height is similar to that of the perpetrator. Also, the posture is almost similar.There are two versions of this photo: first, the portrait version from a normal distance. Second, a zoomed-in version