Chapter Thirteen

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

*The Jordans 2*

"The Jordans?" He asked with a puzzled look. "You mean, the rich folks dad used to work for?"

His mum simply nodded, her face now bloated and flushed with tears. He retrieved a neatly folded handkerchief from the pocket of his pants and handed it to her. She wiped her face with shaky hands.

Drake felt bad for his mother. He loathed seeing his mother like this, helpless and miserable. She was a poor sight to behold and it wrenched his heart.

"So you're saying that Dad's employer is the culprit?"

"Well, from what I could gather these past few years, yes."

He shook his head in disbelief.

"B-but how?! Dad was his loyal personal bodyguard and assistant. W-why would he betray him?" He stuttered.

"I couldn't believe it either. Douglas, your father was a brave and loyal man to Mr Thomas Jordan. I just don't get why he would go through the trouble to shut him up even to the point of killing him. I think... " she sat up warily and poured herself a glass of