Chapter 50: Confrontation
Warning: Strong words
Robbie's POV
Tony and I got out of the hospital after treating Twen's feet. He jumped on the pieces of glass, injuring his feet. The boy had too much excitement for one day and cried himself to sleep. Before he fell asleep, I heard him mumble something about not being able to run. It was only today that I discovered that Twen loved racing, and because of me, he is getting deprived of doing what he loves. I felt my heart twist. Why did our first meeting have to go in this manner?
I turned to look at Tony, who was in no better shape. He has been very quiet ever since leaving Sam's place. I can't blame him. He has done everything in his power to protect Twen, only to have my dad manipulate Twen against him. I would have been disheartened as well. Twen's words were ringing in my ears like drums. How did dad know about Tony and Twen? Did Sarah tell him? No, that doesn't seem right. Sarah was herself informed by someone else. Could it be that dad was the one who discovered it and informed Sarah? But how did dad discover it? Does he have eyes on me? Subconsciously, I looked around to see if someone was following me.
"Robbie."
Tony's voice held me back from my action. I looked at his beautiful almond eyes filled with several questions. I remained quiet, waiting for him to ask. Tony opened and closed his mouth several times but did not go ahead with the question. Suddenly, I knew what he wanted to ask. I opened my mouth and heard myself say in a flat tone,
"I did not."
Tony looked up, blinking blankly. I continued, clarifying myself, "I did not know that dad knew about Twen. I did not inform him. I did not want him to know about both of you in the first place."
"How did he know then?" Tony asked. His voice was not doubtful, but there was a sharp edge to it.
"I have no idea."
Tony narrowed his eyes in distrust. I can't say I blame him. Tony has no reason to trust me. Not only has my re-entry into his life brought no peace to him, but it has turned his whole life upside down. Naturally, he would want me to leave him now to protect his son. But... I don't want to leave him… what do I do?
"Are you really telling the truth?" Tony asked, looking right into my eyes.
I did not avoid his gaze. The words I wanted to say came out of my mouth before I could even stop them, "I have not lied to you even once ever since we met again."
I saw Tony's eyes widen in surprise. I did not wait for him to recover and walked towards his car. This was indeed the truth. Tony opened the back door of the car, where I placed Twen, making sure not to wake him up. After closing the door, Tony and I stood face-to-face with each other, not sure what to say. Tony spoke first in a clear, firm voice,
"I will trust you this time." Now, it was my turn to be surprised. He continued, "I do not blame you for anything that happened today but promise me that you will set things right. That you won't just back away because things are difficult. That you won't allow Twen to be hurt."
"I promise." The words came out like lines in a script. What I wanted was a chance. Is this not what Tony is offering me now? "I won't back away no matter how difficult things get."
Tony nodded. My emotions were on a roller coaster. Perhaps it was the relief I felt for being trusted by Tony, or fear of my father discovering about them, or the mixture of both happiness and sorrow I felt upon meeting and holding Twen for the first time, but I pulled Tony into a hug. I felt Tony's body stiffen against mine, but I couldn't stop myself. My voice cracked as I whispered,
"Thank you!"
I released him, kissed his forehead, and hurried to my car without seeing his reaction. Sitting behind the wheel, I unconsciously lifted my hands and stared at my palms. The sensation of Twen's soft hair on my palm, his little face on my arms, his tiny fingers grabbing onto my coat, and his warm body resting on my chest... everything was still lingering, leaving a strange emptiness in my heart.
I touched my son for the first time in 8 years! My feeling of being a parent today came with a sense of crushing regret. What was I doing all this time when I should have been with Twen, helping him through his tough times and being part of his joyous occasions?
I hit the steering wheel, trying to gulp down the bitter feeling rising from the pit of my stomach. I looked outside to see Tony's car drive away and waited till it was out of sight.
Tony! I will do my best to protect our son!
I started the car and slammed on the accelerator with all my strength. I have to hurry back home and know what schemes my dad has been concocting!!
**WALKER VILLA**
"Dad!!" I called, bursting into my dad's study only to see him sitting in a relaxed position on his armchair. His fingers were entwined, his chin placed above it.
To my surprise, there was another man sitting opposite him. He was a slender man, with pitch-black hair, bronze skin, and shrewd brown eyes which were curtained in the front by spectacles. On seeing me, a smile that was as fake as the existence of unicorns spread across his face. He had this cold, calculative look on his face, which caused a terrible discomfort to me. I instantly surmised that this man was bad news.
"What on earth made you fly into such a rage that you nearly broke through my study room's door?" my father spoke slowly, but each word had the weight of many pounds!
"I would like to converse with you," I said as I turned my gaze to stare coldly at the person present before me, saying, with heavy emphasis, "PRIVATELY!"
"Ahhhh! Let me introduce you to lawyer Mark Winters. He has quite the name in his circle," my father introduced, pointing at Mr. Mark with open palms.
"Ah! Mr. Walker, you exaggerate," the man named Mark said, trying to sound modest yet failing miserably. "Nice to meet you, Jr. Mr. Walker," the man said, turning to me and forwarding his hand to shake mine. I couldn't help noticing a disdainful and mocking undertone to his 'friendly' smile.
I nodded, ignoring his hand. This man looked like some sly fox, and it made me feel uncomfortable.
The lawyer didn't look even remotely phased by my indifference. Instead, he smiled at me malevolently.
"Junior Walker definitely has got a temper but I think it comes with the bloodline," Mark said turning slowly to look at dad who too had a smile playing on his lips.
"Anyway, please remember what I have discussed with you, Mr. Walker," he said, getting up from his seat and forwarding his hand to shake my dad's hand, who too got up from his seat, "So, I won't be disturbing you anymore. I'll take my leave."
"Yes! Roger!" My dad called while simultaneously taking Mark's hand to shake. Roger appeared in a minute and said in a respectful tone,
"Yes, sir."
"Escort our guest out," My dad said, giving his business smile.
Rogers closed the door behind him as he escorted the lawyer out. The silence that fell was so heavy that it was almost suffocating.
"What is it that you want to talk to me about?" dad asked, resuming his comfortable position.
"Do you even need to ask?" I said without beating around the bush.
Dad didn't answer immediately. He was looking at me with an unfathomable expression. Then, a smile broke out on his face. It was not his usual business smile that could fool the deities, but rather it was a chilling smile,
"Is it a crime to meet my grandson?" he replied with a question.
"How did you know about them? Are you spying on me?" I asked, clenching my fist.
"Well, if I did not, how would I have known that my son secretly decided to start a family?" dad asked as if it was the most casual thing to do!
"Since you know everything, I do not see any reason to hide it either. Tony is my bonded omega, and I love him. Twen is my son. If I ever marry anyone, it will be Tony who I marry." I said sincerely.
Dad slowly raised his eyebrow and looked me straight in the face. Then, a very sinister smile spread across his face.
"This house will never have a male spouse. As this family's heir, you should put the family's reputation first," my dad spoke darkly.
"If so, dad, then I abdicate my position as the heir of Walker family," I said, turning around with determined steps when I heard my dad speak, in a low but clear voice from behind me,
"I guess then I have to find another heir to replace you, someone with Walker's blood running through him."
My feet froze at the threshold of the door. I realized with shock what he meant. I turned around to look at dad, who was leaning back on his chair, a knowing smile playing on his lips.
I stared at him, gritting my teeth, "Tony and I are not married. You cannot take Twen's custody even if you want to!"
He smiled malevolently, "Lawyer Mark told me that it is indeed a bit difficult to obtain custody of a child from an unmarried couple, but it can be settled out of the court."
"Tony would NEVER agree to it!" I almost screamed.
"What makes you think that I will wait for him to agree? Or maybe you think that he can fight against me legally? What status and power does a filthy little Omega even have to go against me?" dad asked in a challenging tone.
Dad played his cards well. Omegas are treated like garbage in this world. Even if they do have money, the chances of them finding a competent lawyer are slim to none. No matter how much Tony dislikes it, he will be forced to agree. My lawyers might even turn their backs on me if I renounce my title as heir. This is the way of this world. Nothing matters more than power and status.
"I would not allow it! If need be, I will marry him and fight with you legally."
"That's even better. Getting custody from a divorcing couple is easier and would even cost me less," Dad said, snickering.
"LIKE HELL I WOULD DIVORCE TONY!!" I said in a bone-chillingly cold voice.
Dad's smile got even wider, "Tut tut…I did not know my son was still so naive. I do not like doing things in this way, but then, I would have to make you choose between your mother and Tony. Do you really wish for me to go down that path?"
I gritted my teeth so hard that I felt my jaw might have cracked. Was this my father or a demon from hell? He was blackmailing me and challenging me directly. Clearly, he knew every weakness of mine. Suddenly, I was at my wits' end. I glared at him darkly, but dad had not finished,
"Don't look at me so angrily. I'm not completely heartless. I can compromise. You can marry Sarah, and I'll let you keep that omega as your mistress."
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