Sold? Oh Please.

It was pointless to slow down now. If a ticket was going to be his only punishment for looking for the truth then so be it. Left foot pressing down harder, his right fist tightening around the steering wheel as he drove he could barely see straight. Of course this wasn't the first time he was suspecting his mother, thinking she was not who she really said she was. But hearing it from someone else, a stranger at that how was he supposed to react? It drove him crazy, it made him mad! And now he had no one else he could talk to... he couldn't go to his father, his mother was an orphan so there was no hope there. Besides be never thought a day where he could question the knowledge of his perfect mother would come. 

The soft ringing pulled him out of his self denial and back into the real world, a real world with real cars and actual traffic that he barely slammed down on the brakes in time to avoid.

"Damn it!" He cursed. "Answer" he commanded the AI handling calls in his car and when the program responded he heard Matts voice.

"What did you find out Matt?" He asked whist scowling at the red light that temporarily kept him stationed.

"There is a connection between the auction house and Paradise, I believe some members of paradise are even solicitors, perhaps that is the reason they got involved in the case." Matt replied.

"So? Did the news get out?" He asked.

"Yes it did but i spoke to the lawyers and they advised it would be best if there was witnesses testimony during the trial at court because without an eyewitness the case might be dismissed. Considering the influence the suspect, Patricia has."

Jason nodded to no one in particular as he urged his car forward and after the light turned green. "Jessie can testify then she would be more than happy."

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In a garden sporting the most exotic and rarest of plants, with air so free of fine dust it blesed the respiratory organs of all who breathed it in. It was a place where life was so beautiful it was sometimes hard to accept it as a mere illusion. A place where nature was given the chance to test it's power and it's beauty. With ponds so clear light bounced off the surface casting such beautiful light along the walls circling the plants with rings of beauty. 

A gray haired man with a dark scar on his cheek stood, slightly bended but no less powerful. 

"I must have been a demon in my past life to have offspring as useless as the both of you!" Xavier Lee yelled at they two kneeling figures before him.

No one made a sound, they wouldn't dare.

'You're a demon in this life!' Patricia thought.

"You" he gestured to Patricia "go abroad for now, if i can barely stand to see your face imagine what other people would think?" He said to Patricia, then turning to George "I expected it from her, after all she is only a woman. But you? You are such a disappointment, I should have been firmer with that bitch, if she actually aborted you, i wouldn't be in this predicament right now." He spat.

Patricia opened her mouth to say something, anything because for the first time she realised she wasn't the one that suffered here. This man was a monster! Noticing the way George's fist tightened and how he kept his head down she knew this affected him more than any mysogynistic comment that man would ever make. 

"How can you say that to your own child?" She spoke up.

Xavier expression darkened and his frail frame suddenly oozed rage that dizzed Patricia. She was done for, but oddly she did not regret what she said.

The olde man lifted his stick to slam into her but as she braced herself for the impact it never came. Instead she opened her previously shut eyes to see that murderous glare directed at George instead. His grip on the walking stick only tightening, no matter how scary Xavier was, George was a thirty two year old man of course he was physically stronger. Before long the walking stick was flying away until it landed with a loud splash into the pond.

"You punk!" Xavier yelled.

"What?!" George yelled back, startling both Patricia and the old man."Why are you so surprised? Did you really think I would never stand up to you? I told you mention my mother from that filthy mouth of yours and-"

"What will you do? What exactly can you do?" Xavier Lee taunted. "I thought so, you're just a coward."

"And you are just a bitter old man" Patricia replied, "Yes, i said it what will you do? Punish me? Kill me? Alright, go ahead kill us and be left alone. Lets who carries the legacy you are always so concerned about." She spat. "That's right, without you have no one else!"

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Jason walked into his building in a daze, he had only one thing on his mind. Paradise.

But that daze didn't last long until he heard a familiar voice, "must you always make it so clear?" 

Jason froze in the middle of the elevator's entrance. Trapping both those getting on and getting out. "Make what so clear?"

"What else? Can we not at least pretend to be civil when others are around?" Jonathan asked, silently gesturing to the spectators. "Well, if you put it like that..." Jason said "hello my father's bastard." 

Jonathan eyes narrowed dangerously and his breathing became shallow and quick stepping towards Jason he had had enough. At first when noticed Jason approaching he planned to make his quick escape from the elevator, his day was already bad he did not need Jason to complicate it any further.

But that resolve broke when he didn't even glance at him, who did he think he was? Was he that irrelevant? The past few days had been hell for him, yet he still tried to comfort Jessie even while she was heart broken. Although she was right saying he had some feelings for Krystal, it didn't just magically make the fact that she had hurt him disappear. Plus the fact that Jason got to leave in sweet oblivion while he was the one that suffered from the horrible turn his relationship with his mother had turned out was only making things impossible for him. He was angry, he was hurt and he wanted Jason to feel exactly the way he felt.

"I'm not your father's bastard. If your are looking for comradery then look elsewhere for a support group that shares tainted blood like your father's." Jonathan spat back.

Jason brows narrowed "what?"

Looking away slightly he grinned, "well you are right I am a bastard, just not the former chairman's."

They was a look of absolute shock on Jason's face initially before it dawned on him Jonathan was really implying. "Are you saying you are not that man's child? Then we are not related?"

Now his smile was wider than ever, "oh no, you are still very much my half brother. Just not through you dad." He replied.

Jason's expressions took a darker turn. "Everybody get out" Jason ordered and he didn't have to do it twice in an instant everyone ran out of the elevator. Stepping in he pushed the button closing the doors and after that the other button that stopped the elevator from moving.

Shoving Jonathan backwards he throttled him, his eyes filled with rage that could burn cities, foaming at the mouth he yelled "how dare you talk about my mother with those filthy lips!" He yelled.

Jonathan only scoffed, "your mother? Correct, she is your mother but she is mine as well, are you saying I can't talk about my own mother?"

"Then talk about her! Why do you keep mentioning me?" Jason asked. "How dare you insinuate that adulterous viper is my mother?" 

This time it was Jonathan's turn to be violent, shoving Jason backwards he growled "I'm sick and tired of your blasted entitlement. You are nothing but mean, bitter and extremely annoying. You hate your father but you are just like him, a friggin bully!"

"And yet I'm still the one with everything. A family, this company and Jessie too." He said through gritted teeth.

Unable to take it anymore Jonathan pushed backwards and punched Jason, hard. "We have the same mother for fuck's sake!" Jonathan yelled.

Returning the punch that sent Jonathan to the other end of the elevator, "stop saying that! My mother is dead, you people should please let her rest in peace!!" Jason screamed.

"No she's not. Your mother is not dead, neither is she such a saint. She is a selfish woman that cares for no one but herself not even the children she gave birth to!" Jonathan screamed back, a stray tears falling down his cheek.

Jason heart thundered in his chest and he found out all of a sudden that he couldn't breathe. "Liar" he choked out.

Jonathan pulled out his wallet and pulled out a photo, handing it to Jason. "Unless your father has a specific type there is no way that is not Veronica Park."

With trembling hands he held the picture string at the faces of an adult Jonathan and a woman that looked exactly like his mother, only older looking happier than he could imagine. "She was alive all this time? Then all the times I thought I saw her, that was real? No, I don't believe it" he muttered before dropping the picture.

"I didn't believe either when Jessie told me but then..."

"Jessie knows?" Jason asked in a hoarse voice, it sounded that he was standing at the edge of a cliff and he was suddenly gripping the edge trying to hold on. Jonathan knew all that and he also knew he had power over the situation right now, but unlike other times there would be no selfless moments here. He must feel pain, Jason must hurt as bad as I am. So he did just that, he hurt him. "Yes, she has known for a while now."

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