chapter 52

"The documents are not complete" She said and expected an explanation from the man.
"I forgot, the thing is�� I already gave the Barrister two of the documents that are were found in the W/R international school, a student gave it in, but I wasn't able to get his ID. He used a fake Facebook account to send it to me and I printed out the screenshots" He confessed.
"We need that too" Mrs Smith sighed.
"But why do you need them, that man needs to be turned in" Mr Mc Millan asked, curiosity written all over his face.
"That is not supposed to be your business, right? We had a deal, concern yourself with appeasing me so you and your mother will be safe, get it?" Mrs Smith warned.
"I got that, sorry" Mr Mc Millan nodded.
Skyler ran into the storage room immediately. "Someone��a man, is here with some men that looks exactly like the ones we fought with earlier. I don't know how he got in," he broke the news.
"What?" Mrs Smith was shocked.
"It must be Mr Smith, he can't see me here or else, he will kill be, oh God! How did he know?" Mr Mc Millan shivered fearfully.
"Shut the f?ck up and don't make a noise if you really want to stay alive! Let's go, Skyler" she followed the boy out.
The door was locked leaving Mr Mc Millan in total darkness again. He regretted ever knowing who Mr Smith is, what if he loses his mother and his life because of all this?
He should have simply disappeared and quitted working for him instead of trying to expose him or let greed for more wealth poison his mind. Now look at his plight!
When Mrs Smith got to the hallway, Mr Smith's men held their gun ready to pull the trigger at the slightest order from him.
"Calm it boys, we have come in peace, remember?" He told his men.
They backed off immediately, Mrs Smith glared at him for somewhile before inviting him in, his men wanted to follow, but he told them to wait for him there.
Mrs Smith asked all her servants to give them privacy, they all left and she walked around the room restlessly, this man has caused her discomfort in her own house, how in God's name did he know this place?
"Is that how ill mannered you have become? From what I learnt about you, your mother raised you well, when did you change, Charlotte?" Mr Smith asked
"I don't understand, state your mission here and don't waste my time talking rubbish!" She said angrily.
"Is that the way you talk to your husband and the father of your child? You should welcome me and at least offer me a seat if you don't have my favorite drink, whiskey" Mr Smith jested.
"You deliberately want to make life tough for me, huh? Jeff, you took my happiness away like the snake you are and now you can't let me be? What makes you think you are welcome here?!" Mrs Smith questioned furiously.
"What we shared, the outcome of our collective efforts! Where is my son?" Mr Smith laughed and sat down, nonetheless.
"Wait a minute, did I tell you to sit? And don't call him your son again, you have no business with him, get it over with and bounce!" Mrs Smith fused.
"No matter what you do, you will never take him away from me, he shares my DNA and there's no two ways about it. I'm not here for that now, just hand over the documents that son of a gun gave you" Mr Smith demanded.
"Look at this lunatic, do I look ten to you? I know you would come for it. Why, are you afraid of being poor, going to jail or people slashing you with their wagging tongues" she confronted, eye ball to eye ball.
"Charlotte, I don't want to have issues with you, and you know that. Just give go ceazar what belongs to him" he reprimanded.
"And what about what belongs to God? Just get lost, Jeff�� you don't even have a surname, poor thing, I forgot. He is afraid to go back to the slums. You know, money can take a guy out of the slums, but will never take the slums out of the guy, that us your case right now, sorry ass!" Mrs Smith mocked.
"Charlotte, don't push me! You know me, you know what I am capable of��" he boiled.
Mrs Smith matched up to him and thrust a finger unto his chest, "yes, I know you and your little history of constantly breaking the law. But do you know me? Do you know what I can do to you?" She retorted aggressively.
"Don't let me draw a battle line��"
"Do it! Draw a battle line and let's get started!! I won't hesitate to stamp a deal with you and help this country and removing your likes!!!" She roared.
The door opened and Justin came in, he looked at the man curiously and looked at his mother to tell him what was going on.
"Oh my! Welcome son! Thank God his face wasn't badly burnt!" Mr Smith grasped and rushed to hold Justin.
"Excuse me, Mr�� who are you? Mom, what is going on here?" Justin asked backing away from the man.
"I am your father, you have been living with me ever since you turned eight. She took from the hospital after you had the accident�� wait, so you really have amnesia?!" Mr Smith was dumbfounded.
He couldn't believe that his son who has spent almost all his life with him can not recognize him, is that really how powerful losing someone's memory could be?
"Jeffrey, don't force it, you are right. He has amnesia, but the doctor assured me that he will be alright" Mrs Smith said curtly.
"Excuse you? This is how serious it is and you locked him up in this�� this inn��more like a cave? Charlotte, I thought I was selfish, now I see what you have become!" He raged.