Chapter 52: Web Of Destruction

Tony Woods POV

“Are you sure you are ready for this moment, Mr. Woods? I want you to take your time and reflect on it before coming up with a decision.

What I'm about to disclose might sound partially devastating and heartbreaking to you.

And I am sure you wouldn't want that for yourself.

Remember your health status. I don't want to be the one to escalate your blood pressure,” The doctor retreated just when he was on the verge of disclosing my son's test results.

It wasn't a question I found quite intriguing. But somehow, I was able to control my rage.

“Really? Are we going to do this all day?

Come on, Doctor. I am not interested in any of your jokes. Just hit the nail on the head.

Doctor, if I weren't ready, I wouldn't be here. As we speak, I am involved in an ongoing police investigation,” I revealed.

What Ignorance!

If only he knew what I've been through in the last 48 hours.

“Oh, shit.

What did I just do?”

I spoke in a low tone.

I got carried away by my emotions.

It took me some minutes to realize that I had spilled too much information when I shouldn't have.

It wasn't my intention to indulge the Doctor in my personal life.

However, I figured it was the only way for him to understand how dedicated and brave I was to hear what he had to say.

“Did you say there is an ongoing police investigation? Is it something you feel I should know?” He questioned.

The same thing I had avoided was finally coming to me. Had I known better, I would have filtered my utterances.

“Never mind, Doctor. It's not relevant.

Just proceed to the business of the day,” I divulged.

What a way to fix the mess I created. The first time was a mistake. I had no plans of doing it the second time.

The look on his face when I turned him down showed that he wasn't pleased. He thought I would spill.

I care less!

As much as he's been my family Doctor for over a decade, I still didn't trust him enough with my deepest secret.

“Can we get on with this already? It's taking forever.

I'm sick and tired of the silence. You're hurting me inside,” I groaned.

I was impelled to snatch the envelope that contained the test result just to satisfy my curiosity.

“Your son is a sickle cell patient,” he finally disclosed after several failed attempts.

I shut my ears and convinced myself that he wasn't talking to me.

But the moment I scanned the office and realized that it was just the two of us, my senses returned.

In a trembling tone, I asked. “Sorry, what did you just say?”

“I'm sorry, Mr. Woods. You see, your son was rushed this morning after he collapsed. The nurses managed to stabilize him.

After a series of tests were conducted, he proved to be SS,” he explained further.

I laughed, “How's that even possible?”

It wasn't genuine laughter.

It came from a place of pain.

Another laugh and I'll be roaming the streets of New York as a lunatic.

“But I'm not SS.

No member of my extended family is SS either.

Could it be some sort of technical error?” I argued.

It was difficult for me to believe that the Doctor was telling the truth.

As the doctor tried to explain extensively, I stopped him.

A question happened to cross my mind.

I figured I could let it out. Keeping it for too long might destroy a lot inside of me.

“If my son is SS, does that mean we aren't compatible?” I dragged the question just to ensure that the doctor didn't miss out on a single word.

He looked around, shook his head sideways a thousand times, and said, “Yes, Mr. Woods,"

As though that weren't enough, he revealed the shocking news that shattered my heart to shreds. “I'm sorry to say this but, Kelly isn't your biological son,”

I wept without saying a word. I had no idea why the question hit me so hard even though I saw the signs coming.

I could feel my legs shaking.

I could hear echoes of destruction right next to my eardrum.

I was seeing things; things that weren't real.

I flickered at the ceiling and counted its invisible stars.

I had numerous options as my next move, but I decided to hold on.

I was scared that I might not make the best decision.

The Doctor was speaking to me, yet I failed to hear him.

I saw his lips moving, yet I failed to grasp the exact words.

Slowly, I brought out my phone and called the station where Sean was arrested.

It was the only thing my tiny little head could process at the moment.

It was better than engaging in a crime that would have me locked up behind bars for the rest of my life.

“Who did you just call?

Is there a problem?” The Doctor asked.

He tried to make me speak but he failed.

He handed the envelope over to me, but I rejected it.

I refused to hold on to my downfall.

In the next couple of minutes, I heard the sound of a siren from outside

“Now is the time,”

I whispered to myself.

Quietly, I stood up and walked away like a newly initiated zombie.

"We got your call, Tony.

And why are you in the hospital?

Whom do you want us to arrest?'

Marcus was the first to speak.

He also reminded me of how many times he's tried to reach out to me.

Immediately after I saw Marcus and Officer Patrick approaching me, I regained a bit of strength.

The strength emerged out of the blue when I suddenly realized that it was just a matter of time before Angela rots in jail.

How interesting would it be if Angela finally realizes that she will be locked up in the same prison as Sean?

Amazing stuff!

That would be the perfect happily ever after any author will ever think of.