Reyona’s Revenge

Maxwell shut the door in her face and approached Steve as the latter walked towards him. “Add one more thing to those charges, will you?”

Steve raised his brow at him.

“Name-retrieval case.”

“What now?”

“The Rohan name was not hers to start with. She has ruined it enough. I want it back before she stepped into jail. If possible, I want it back before the case starts.”

“It is not possible before the case starts, but then I think the judge could grant your request. You can use all the atrocities she has caused as a basis for the case.” Steve said contemplatively while nodding. Though I think you need to speak about this to Guy, I will let him know and you guys can talk better later. You might even need to use a different lawyer. If there is a need for you to come in for the proceedings, it will be discussed.”

“I don’t care what it takes, just make sure she doesn’t go to prison with my name.”

“Yes, sir,” Steve said as he gestured to the men again, and he started to move towards the car.

“What happened to the cop?”

“Just unconscious. He would be fine. The nasty thing was what was in that syringe. It would have wiped her out in seconds. So you did save her life. Take some credit.”

“I don’t care,”

It took him only a few seconds to give in.

He swore under his breath before he said “Hey Steve?”

Steve looked back at him in question.

“Let her have the prosthetic arm if she wants it. Let me know what it will cost.”

“Ah, ah,” Steve said with a “So much for I don’t care” smile.

“Oh, shut up,” Maxwell said before he turned to go back inside.

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“You’ve got to be kidding me” he muttered when he saw the person standing some distance away from the driveway.

Will this night never end?” he wondered as he turned fully to wait for the man who was looking at the cars pulling out of the driveway even as he hurried towards Maxwell.

He looked more sober than Maxwell had seen him in recent times.

Sober and miserable.

“They wouldn’t let me get close to her,” he said as soon as he got close to Maxwell. “I saw them bring that bitch out, but they wouldn’t let me get close to her.”

What?

“Wait, you have been lurking around since? Since when?”

“I just want some answers,” Thomas said pitifully.

“What answers?” Maxwell asked impatiently.

“Is what R….?”

“Don’t you dare mention her name, you filthy dog!” Maxwell snapped at him.

“Okay, I am sorry. Is what your wife said true?”

“That I am not Allysyn’s father?”

“Yeah,” Maxwell said dispassionately.

He was tired of the whole bullshit, and he just wanted to be done with them once and for all.

Thomas looked like he had been punched in the chest, and he was struggling to breathe. He gaped at Maxwell for a few seconds as if he couldn’t comprehend what he had just heard.

“Is that all? Because if that is all, I need you to get the fuck…”

“No, please, no. I need proof! I want proof! I deserve some proof! They are my kids! I have taken care of them since… are you sure?” he ended in a defeated tone.

Maxwell pointed in the direction where the car had just left. “You want your proof? Go get it there. If I see your feet anywhere near my family, you will curse the day you were born. I have had enough of your bullshit!”

“Please, please.” Thomas rushed forward as if he wanted to hold Maxwell’s clothes when the latter was about to turn. A look from Maxwell stopped him, but he quickly said, “What about Thomas Junior? They…they can’t all not be mine. Can they?”

Maxwell swore as he took out his phone and made a call.

The doctor picked up the call on the first ring.

“Mr. Rohan. I am sorry I have not got back to you about that result. I got it so late last night and I thought you would still be asleep by now.”

“Do you have the result with you?”

“Not at the moment, but I know the content.”

Maxwell gestured at Thomas, then put on his phone speaker before saying, “Tell me the results.”

“The first sample has 0% probability,” the doctor responded.

Maxwell ignored Thomas’s eyes-widened, crestfallen look and asked, “What about that of the donor?”

“The donor has a 99% compatibility chance with the child.”

“Who the hell is the donor?” Thomas yelled in pain.

Maxwell gave him a quelling glare that shut him up.

Then Maxwell said to the doctor. “You know what? There is one more of this to do. I will send another sample to you. When will it be ready if you have the sample by morning?”

“Two days, sir.”

“Good, I will not be here for it. Someone else will be. His name is Thomas Lanoth. How will he find you when he gets here?”

“He should just ask for Dr. Ray at the reception, and give them his name. I will know it is him.”

Maxwell raised his eyebrows at Thomas and the latter quickly nodded.

“Okay then. Add his bills to my tab,” Maxwell said.

He disconnected the call and said, “Any other thing you want to say?”

“I…no…. I…”

“Good, get the fuck out of here. You had better not let me see you anywhere near my family, or you will regret it. You see those men there?” Maxwell asked as he jerked his thumb at his bodyguard at the entrance.

Thomas nodded incomprehensibly.

“Stay away from this hospital as long as they are still there. If you choose to forget that friendly advice, deal with whatever consequences you get. Now scram.”

“Thank you,” Thomas said in a pitiful voice before he walked dejectedly down the street.

Maxwell stayed until he was sure that Thomas had finally left the vicinity.

“Enough of this already,” he thought in anger as he turned back.

Then he gave his men instructions.