Chapter 3

“Ella…”

Damon desperately inhaled Ella clothes, murmuring his wife name from time to time. The familiar scent was still there, but the owner was long gone.

There were divorce papers lying scattered on the ground, the tip of it having an obvious tear and an obvious sign of being scrunched up into a ball and once again being straightened carefully. Beside it was a package torn into shreds, telling the onlookers that the person who tore it was full of uncontrollable rage.

Damon phone lit up, showing that the hundred messages he sent to his wife like an obsessive man from the time he realizes something was wrong, were once again unsuccessful, with red exclamation mark even popping on the screen, stinging his eyes painfully.

His IP was blocked, and his phone was hacked.

His phone screen was even showing a little rabbit running farther away, until the screen turned black and lit up once again.

[Idiot! She never wants to meet you again!]

Damon eyes narrowed coldly as he sat up, his grip on his wife clothes tightened, moving it closer to his lips, he reaches out for his phone beside him, throwing it heavily on the balcony.

“How dare you leave,” His gaze darkened as he thought so, before he sneered, gloom hovered above his head, “I won’t let you go.” His low erratic murmur echoed fleetingly as a familiar heat made way to his lower abdomen. His eyes flickered slightly, before giving up the struggle and brought his wife clothes to cover the bulge threatening to come out, rubbing its lace with his itching fingertips.

-

“What do you mean?” Steven asked, his voice dark as he looked at his 3rd brother taking off his coat with one hand while massaging his temple on the other hand.

“You call Ella over, it’s not good for her health to be going anywhere else other than here,” was what Jack just said with a deep elongated sigh, not answering his eldest brother question.

He flopped down to his office sofa, turning his head at Steven who strides heavily at his direction irritatingly. 

After being ordered, Steven did not budge, his brows still furrowed as he persistently pressed on, towering his younger brother who lied down, “What do you mean with Ella health report!”

“Isn’t the health report your holding right now just stated that she’s a week pregnant! What’s not clear to you? That bastard made our little rabbit pregnant! PREGNANT!”

What’s not clear to you?!”

Steven was stumped for words, falling silent, staring at Jack who was breathing chaotically.

Jack sat down, his chest heaved up and down because of the anger that was suddenly released after being forcibly suppressed when he got his little sister health report beforehand. He stood up once again, walking towards his lab coat that was hanging, reaching out for something inside its pocket and took it out, revealing a small bottle filled with black pill inside.

Steven furrowed his brows, “Why are you still taking that thing? Is your illness still relapsing?”

“It's because of you that its relapsing. You know that I can't have high intensity emotions but here you are asking again and again, confirming even though its already VERY clear,” Jack rolled his eyes, taking two pills out from the small bottle as he swallowed it, reaching for a glass of water to chug.

Steven coldly harrumphed, he turned his back and reached out for his phone, not forgetting to lay his comments down that seemed to mock.

“Why is it the legendary doctor who can even revive a man without an active pulse with just his miracle scalpel, can't treat his own mere illness from childhood?"  dialing Ella phone, Steven commented lightly, which Jack narrowed his eyes, wiping the corner of his mouth that was wet.

“Operating on someone else is different from operating on yourself. Why don’t you try being a doctor and see it for yourself? Mr. President.” Ella phone number was dialed and answered when Jack laid his cold rebuttal, so Steven just ignored him and went on to say, “Cancel all of your plans and come back.”

Ella who was having fun, licking and biting off her ice cream slowly was stunned and angry almost immediately she heard her eldest brother word. It was somewhat noisy around her, and coupled with the noise from the phone, she become irritated.

She didn’t know why she was so sensitive all of a sudden. All of her senses was becoming sensitive, and even her hearing also become sensitive. Maybe it’s because she’s almost near her period day... maybe that’s why.

With that thought, she nudge at Lexter beside her who lowered his head and looked down at her gently, also holding his own ice cream but never did ate it.

It was like he was still holding on to his words that he will give it to her after she finished hers, lest she really wanted more.

She is not a pig, Ella harrumphed as she thought so, momentarily forgetting about Steven that was waiting for her reply as she bit off her ice cream cone, almost finishing it. Her eyes now turned to Lexter ice cream that was not eaten uncontrollably. Her greedy eyes can’t be concealed at all.

Lexter who looked at her distracted by the phone call and with greedy eyes falling on the ice cream she swore she will never sought for, was helpless. He leaned in to rub Ella nose, not minding the sudden exclamations from the people stopping to look at their figure.

He handed the ice cream that was threatening to melt under the scorching sun to Ella who instantly had a wide smile on her face as she reached out for the ice cream, first giving her phone who still had an ongoing call from her big brother to Lexter who immediately took it with his free hand as Ella finally reached for the ice cream with both hands after fully eating her own remaining ice cream in one bite. Licking the tip of the ice cream, Ella eyes squinted in happiness.

“Lexter.” Lexter who become also distracted, looking at Ella moist mouth and watery eyes while she ate the ice cream he just held not long ago, had his heart racing after Steven voice suddenly sounded close to his ears.

He immediately pulled the phone away from his ears, but then once again put it on his ears as he cleared his throat, asking in a deep voice. “What’s up?”

“Cancel all of Ella plans. Come back here.” Not beating around the bush, Steven stated, his tone was stern and strict, as if commanding Lexter to follow. But Lexter who was always obedient and followed every arrangement from his adopted family, was morphed with hesitance and extreme reluctance after spending a week with Ella once again after years of being forcibly separated.

Though he was not reluctant for too long when Steven, as if knowing what he thought of, snapped him out of his thoughts full of defiance.

“She can’t be travelling right now. If you really care about her, you don’t want her to have any accident at all at this time.” Steven paused, with a low chuckle from the background that seemed to be his third cousin voice, Steven continued to say as Lexter lowered his head deeply in thought, “You should be able to arrive today, right?” though Steven asked, he was already very sure what the answer is.

The call was still ongoing, as Ella, who almost finished her ice cream, sensitively felt something was wrong. She tilted her head to look at Lexter as Lexter also looked at her, looking at where her belly was located fleetingly. Ella blink, confused.

“Yes.” Lexter finally responded.

-

“Is that all?”

Damon sat on his sofa, his cold eyes penetrated deeply to the investigator who immediately sweated coldly, but still fought with his fear, nodding his head fervently.

“Yes Sir! That’s all what I got at Disneyland today. They immediately left in the afternoon through a limousine car, so I was not able to take further pictures of them,” the investigator explained, smiling flatteringly.

Damon did not mind him, throwing an envelope over, he waved his hand. “Leave.”

The investigator took the envelope from the ground with a wide smile, feeling its thickness. With a nod, he hurried to leave.

Now, with silence surrounding him, Damon lowered his eyes, picking up the photos that featured his missing wife for a week, with a wild man beside her, obviously looking at her with obvious love and affection as he nudge her nose and wipe the corner of her lips that had cream.

“Disneyland? Limousine?” his cold voice sounded, gripping the photos tightly with both hands until the man he referred to as a 'wild man' somewhat crumpled. He leaned his back over to the sofa, his head raised, looking at the dim ceiling, murmuring, “I could give those to you too…”

“Why leave?”