Taming Mr. Cold and Arrogant

"Mom, it's in the past."

"Yes, but this time, I want to make a better decision in my life." She smiled but it just made me confused. "I want us to become a complete family. I want to show your Dad that he is not alone and he still have us during this darkest hour of his life. And if it's not too much to ask, I hope you would also forgive him. So when the time comes that he will finally say goodbye...."

She didn't have the opportunity to complete her statement as she was already bursting into sobs. 

"Mommy..." I immediately pulled her and hugged her tightly. 

"We will find a way to cure his illness, Mom." I said rubbing her back. I'm not sure if those words were for her or just for myself. 

"We can't do anything for him, Belle. It's already a fourth-stage lung cancer and his doctor said he's lucky if he still has four months to live. The only thing we can do for now is to pray and stay on his side."

"What?" My eyes widened and my heart began to pound inside. "But he said he still has five months---"

"He only said those things because he doesn't want you to know the truth, that any moment during sleep he is afraid that of not being able to wake up again."

"Ahggg!" I covered my mouth as the loud and painful sobs started to break out of my lips. It hurts that it almost ripping my throat and cut my heart into pieces. "Does Steven knows----"

"No." She shook her head. "I don't know how to tell him."

I just shook my head and closed my eyes as I can longer take the pain and misery that shows in my mother's eyes. I know that the pain I feel right now is just half of what she feels inside. 

Daniel's POV:

"What the hell is this, Daniel?"

"What is happening to you? Since when did you learn to drink inside your office?" And he took the bottle from my hand. 

"What are you doing?" I asked, glaring at him. 

"Huh! I should be the one asking you that f.u.c.k.i.n.g question, Daniel Kelley! What are you doing? Why are you drinking at this early hour?" He checked the time from his wristwatch. "For heaven sake, it's only 9:00 am and seriously, inside your office? What is happening to you, man?"

"Mind your own business and give me that f.u.c.k.i.n.g bottle!"

"No! You already had four bottles!"

"I said mind your own business! If not, go back to your office and cancel all my appointments for today!" I slammed my hands on the table but he just stared at me as if I had grown into two heads. 

"Ahh... so you want this beer."

He said not in a form of question but in a statement before rushing to the bathroom. And after a few seconds, he came back with an empty bottle. 

"What the f.u.c.k, Andrew!" I yelled, forming my fists, but he just remained calm and sat on the couch in front of my desk. 

I closed my eyes and leaned back in my seat. I didn't notice that he got up and stood in front of me. 

"What happened?"

I opened my eyes and breathe the heaviest sigh I have in me. Seconds later, I dropped my head on my hands resting on the table. 

"You're right, Andrew. I f.u.c.k.e.d up!"

"What do you mean?"

"I misjudged her. That f.u.c.k.i.n.g Joseph De Lucca tried to r.a.p.e her almost seven years ago! She was stating the truth all this time but I messed up everything."

He looked at me and sighed, scratching his left eyebrow. 

"How did you get the complete information?"

"I continued my investigation."

"I will help her to find Layla Angeles and----" but I was cut off when he sneered. 

"Do you think she will allow you to help her? What if she told you that she has already stopped because Layla Angeles doesn't want to help her and that she doesn't want to continue to seeking justice for what Joseph did to her?"

"What are you talking about?"

"She told me that she's already giving up the battle and she was tired----"

"No! She can't be tired! That f.u.c.k.i.n.g bastard has to learn his lesson!" And since I was focusing on the files in front of me, I missed the way he raised his eyebrow and smirked at me. 

"And who are you to tell her that she can't stop and feel tired?"

"I am her husband!"

"Ohh..." He said nodding. "Her husband, huh?"

"I will do everything in my power ensure that Joseph De Lucca and his father suffer from what they have done to my wife! And I don't care whatever it takes! I swear to kill him once he tried to touch her again!"

He has a playful grin on his lips when I look at him, but the idiot in front of me immediately changed his expression into a serious one. 

"I have already hired some people to take care of their company in Italy." An evil smile spread over my lips as I remembered my plans. 

"Hey! What are you going to do with De Lucca's company?"

I didn't answer his question as I leaned on my seat and folded my arms in front of my c.h.e.s.t. 

"I will tell you the details when it's done."

"What the heck!"

We both looked at the door when we heard a knock outside followed by Denise voice. 

"Come in, Denise."

"Good morning, Mr. Kelley." She scrunched her forehead and immediately covered her nose as she entered my office. "Why does your office smell of beer, Sir?"

"What do you mean, Mr. Petterson?"

"Oh, you'd better ask our boss and not me." He shrugged. 

"Yeah, you better get out of my office before I decide to fire you!"

"Oops! That's what I'm about to say." He stood up and winked at Denise, who had just returned with her eyes rolling. 

"Sir, here are the doc.u.ments you asked me yesterday."

"Thank you, Denise, just put them down and go back to your work."

She nodded and I took my phone when she was gone.