Chapter 376 - Three Hundred And Seventy-Six: A Common Enemy
The third point of view:
"Ahhh!" An anguished scream left Fernandez's mouth as he grabbed anything he could get his hands on?- scratch that, his hand, since the other one was bandaged, fling them against the wall.
The pain he was feeling in his heart was more than the pain he was receiving from his crushed hand. Though he had a few fractures, it seemed Emerald had intentionally gone easy on him since he could have crushed all the bones of his fingers in one stomp. The surgery went successfully but he could literally do anything with that hand until it's fully healed.
"Sir?" a concerned nurse walked in. She had heard the noise in the room and came to investigate what was going on.
"Sir, you have to calm down," She tried to walk over to him but Fernandez turned around and pinned her at that spot with a glare.
"Who are you?!" He roared, "How dare you?! Do you look down on me too?!" He yelled as he grabbed the nearest pillow on his bed and hurled it at her.
The nurse screamed as the pillow hit her right in the face, "Sir?!" She screamed with a look of horror. The nurse was still trying to make sense of what was going on when she watched with wide eyes as Fernandez grabbed a flower vase.
"Get out!" Anger took the very best of Fernandez as he hurled the vase at her without second thoughts - he gave no damn about her life.
Adrenaline pumped in her blood and like a stunt person in a movie, the nurse didn't know how she dodged with fast reflexes, the vase missing her narrowly in a space of two seconds. For a moment there, the nurse stood transfixed until the smashing sound of the vase as it hit the wall roused her back to reality. That would have been her, she slowly realized.
She glanced up at the furious boar called Fernandez and admitted that this patient was a mad man. Without a second thought, she scampered out of the room.
As much as she wanted to lay down a complaint, this man was a VIP that could crush her with just a word. If that vase had hit her, he would simply seal her mouth with compensation money and the case would be buried forever - that is if she survived.
The hospital director wouldn't afford to be on the man's bad side hence it was likely she would get fired if she dared open her mouth. Those that had money and power ruled the world, who would give ear to the powerless one who was assaulted physically? Nobody. So she ran without looking back.
Anger was his greatest weakness, Fernandez knew that yet he made no effort to control it - hot-temperedness cannot be put to a stop.
They had pissed him off; this was the most embarrassing day of his life. He had come to the Falcon Gang for help and what did they do? Humiliate him!
Remembering about the event intensified the rage he was feeling and he picked his phone to call a certain person. As soon as the call went through, Fernandez yelled,
"Is this how you trained your daughters?!"
"What are you talking about?" asked the other voice from the line.
"I must be cursed to have associated with your daughter!"
"Fernandez, you are not making any sense right now, do you know that? Not to mention the fact you lack respect. You haven't called me for the first time in a long time and the first thing you do after so many years is to rain down insults on me?" Said Vincent, Cecil's father.
"I would have minded my manners if your daughter hadn't humiliated me beyond measure today!"
"Which of my daughters are you talking about?"
"Of course, your whore of a daughter called Cecil, who were you expecting?" Fernandez sneered.
There was a pause from the other line. It was obvious that the old man was digesting the unexpected news. Ever since Cecil brought shame on the family name, he had canceled everything about her. He removed her from the family's registry, cut her off from the rest of the family, and prevented anyone from making communication with her.
According to him, Cecil was a disgrace to them and from thenceforth, he had sworn she was no more than a stranger to him, her mother, her siblings, her whole family. So hearing this ugly news about her after so many years was a huge shocker.
"I don't have a daughter called Cecil," the man's voice was taut and decisive.
"Even if you claim she's not your daughter, your blood runs in her vein, and this time she has awoken a sleeping lion,"
"What did she do this time?"
"Your whore daughter has been hiding my son for the past eighteen years,"
"What?!" Vincent was shocked.
"Yes, you heard me right. Cecil has been keeping my son for that long,"
"H-how's that possible? It doesn't make any sense? Are you sure you know what you're talking about?" he asked Fernandez just to be certain.
"I've seen him in flesh and blood - he's my copy. To be sure, I had a test conducted in secret and the result came out ninety-nine percent positive," Fernandez revealed the news and heard a gasp of disbelief from the man.
"H-how....?" the man was speechless, " However something stuck in his head, "But then, If that's the case, doesn't it mean that Cecil had been carrying your child all along - the child you claimed wasn't yours," he pointed out.
"That doesn't change the fact she whored around!" he boomed into the cell phone.
"So now you want the child?" the man figured out.
"Of course, I want the child back and I made it clear to her when we met, but guess what your daughter did..... " there was laughter from his lips - a burst of laughter that didn't come from his heart.
"She called her latest mafia lover after me, he beat me and almost crippled my hand!" Fernandez relayed while staring at his injured hand. He winced as if he was reliving that terrible experience.
"Cecil did that? Are you sure?" the man sounded shocked yet there was a trace of disbelief in his tone.
Fernandez snorted, here was the old man still believing in the daughter he claimed he no longer had.
"Why would I lie to you? I'm in the hospital right now and I'm only telling you this because I'm out for blood. Your daughter has touched the tail of the lion and for that, she would pay dearly,"
"Fernandez!" Vincent called his attention, "Do not do anything reckless, I'll resolve the issue,"
"You better," He warned him, "Else you would have to bury a daughter early,"
With that being said, Fernandez hung up on the old man. He had no regard for anyone, not even Vincent even though he had appeared to do in the earliest - It was all pretense. But then, his plan of marrying Cecil failed so Fernandez saw no need to continue with the act. All he needed right now was his son and he hoped Vincent would keep to his word else he would be forced to do something.
Cecil might be in the protection of the Falcon gang but he didn't believe that was the same case for Pedro. What man would care for a boy that wasn't his? If he can't get Cecil to give him his son, he would have to convince Pedro to come to him.
He was not named "stubborn Bull" for no reason. Yes, the Falcon Gang was powerful but everyone had a weakness and he would find out theirs. He never gives up!
Now the adrenaline was gone, Fernandez calmed down and took in the spectacle he had made of his room. Damn it! There was a lot of damage.
He could replace the ruined property but he hated a dirty environment, so he picked his phone to make a call when he noticed someone walk into his room, more like the stranger strolled into his room casually as if it was his garden.
"The information wasn't wrong, you do have a nasty temper," the man said with a chuckle.
"Who are you?" Fernandez asked, his heart almost leaping out of his throat. The first thought that came to his mind was the Falcon Gang. Had they come to finish him off - he escaped during that fight.
"Relax," The man said clearing the dust off the sofa in the luxurious hospital room and plopped down, crossing one leg over the other, "I'm a friend,"
Fernandez didn't believe him at first and was about to call on his men when he decided to reason it out. An assassin sent to finish him off would not come for talks and he hadn't sensed any malevolent intent from him.
"What do you want?" He asked cautiously. No matter what, he still had to be careful since he had no idea who this man was.
"I believe we have a common enemy," the man said.
"Enemy?"
"Valentino Armani aka Sakuzi," He revealed.
At the mention of that name, a smirk slowly emerged and curved Fernandez's lips to the side. It seems the heavens have finally heard his prayers. Sensing a deal that was about to favor his life, he walked over and sat across from the man,
"What did Sakuzi do to you?" Fernandez asked, staring him straight in the eyes. For this man to come to him, something great must have happened.
"Your question should be, what did he take from me?"
"What did Sakuzi take from you?" Fernandez rephrased his question.
"My brother," the man said.
"Your brother?" His brow raised questioningly.
"Gerald,"
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