Billionaire’s Ex-Wife & His Hidden Babies - Chapter 11: Chapter 11

Third Person’s POV
Brandon snatched the cotton from his father’s hand and started applying it to his injury on his own.
“Brandon, I need your phone because customer care will share the detail of that transaction only if we will call them with the registered number.”, Bruce said, on which Brandon rubbed his forehead, not knowing where his phone was. And wherever it would be, it would be switched off for sure.
“Do you think that he will have any idea where his phone can be?” Brandon’s father asked. “We will have to search his phone on our own,” he added. “Brandon, don’t you dare leave from here and a for a while, just for a while, use your mind instead of drinking whiskey, okay?” he asked Brandon, on which he didn’t say anything.
Logan sighed, and both of them walked toward Brandon’s room in search of his phone. And the moment they left, Brandon stood on his feet again and started walking toward the bar. He grabbed a bottle of whiskey again, and after trying to open it for a while, he finally succeeded.
She sat on the stool near it and started drinking it again, but at the same time, he was thinking about Bruce’s words.
Who said that he couldn’t use his mind while drinking?
He had been drinking alcohol for the last five years, so his brain was now habitual not to get unconscious or dizzy or tipsy just after a few peg, but yeah, weakness could be a topic on which could be the topic on which he could discuss.
Now coming back to what Bruce had said.
It was Bruce who had seen her jumping from the bridge. And he couldn’t doubt Bruce because he couldn’t ever lie to him. If he had seen her jumping from there and Diana indeed had jumped from there. It took a while, but after a while, he took jumped from there to find her, but he never found her anywhere. We just assumed that her body might have flown away from there because of the wave of the river.
And knowing that she didn’t know swimming, there was a high chance that she would have died.
Everything. Everything was just an assumption based on the theory.
But now, the sudden use of the card that Brandon had given to Diana had opened two questions for everyone.
Did someone steal that card from Diana before she jumped in the river, or did something happen because of which that card ran into someone else a hand? OR
Was Diana still alive?
Brandon had written the PIN number on the card because of the situation in which he had given the card to her. She would never have remembered the PIN. So, in case someone would have that card for this long, then indeed, he or she would have used it for sure.
There was only one person he knew that didn’t give a damn about his money, and that was Diana. Only she could be the one for keeping the card for this long and not even using it for this long. That was his Diana, who loved and hated him in her own way.
‘You can leave forever. And NEVER EVER return back to me for any reason because the contract is already OVER.’ He winced, recalling his own words.
‘So, she is alive in any part of the world and will never come back to me because I ask her not to.’, Brandon concluded. ‘But then, why did she use the card all of a sudden knowing that I would figure out her location?’ he questioned himself but didn’t get the answer to this question.
Something was there that he was not able to decipher. Diana was innocent and naive but not stupid enough to use the card and share her present location of her.
OR, the person who used the card was not Diana.
The part of the case was SOLVED, and the rest would be solved tomorrow because it was alright too late. He doubts that any bank representative can help him at this moment.
He finished the bottle and then started walking toward his room carefully so as not to fall from the stairs again. By the moment he reached the room, his best friend and his father were still looking for his phone. Little did anyone know, searching for anything in Brandon’s room was like searching for a needle from the dump yard because his room was filled with used cigarettes and alcohol bottles.
No one dared to come into his room because he kicked everyone out from there,
“Diana is alive, but the person who used this card isn’t Diana.”, Brandon said, concluding before falling on his bed. When he didn’t receive any response from Bruce and his father for a while, he looked at them, who was looking at him warily like he was lost his mind because of excess alcohol in his body.
“Just because I have stopped using my mind doesn’t mean I had forgotten using it.”, he said and closed his eyes. “Now, LEAVE my room. You guys won’t be able to do anything at this hour.”
“Just like you’re saying, if Diana is alive, then what are you going to do?” Bruce asked.
“Let’s discuss it tomorrow morning.”
“Okay, Good night and Happy new year, my friend. Hope this year brings a lot of happiness in your life.”, Bruce said before leaving the room.
“Brandon, you haven’t eaten anything today. At least eat something. If Diana is alive, then are you going to face her in this look?”
“I want chocolate cake.”
“Cake? When I said about eating something, I mean some food.”
“Chocolate cake or nothing.”
Logan sighed, knowing his son how much he loved eating chocolate. But He hadn’t eaten that in the last five years. He loved the chocolate cake so much that when he was a kid, he used to steal it from the fridge late at night.
“Okay!!”, Logan agreed. Just news of Diana was showing a positive sign in him. After all, he was asking for something he loved the most.
Next Morning!!
“Jake,” Brandon yelled one of the names of the housekeeper of the house, knowing that from today all of them would return from their tiny vacation of a week.
“Yes! Yes, sir!”, After a while, Jake entered his room, holding a bottle of whiskey. He quickly opened it and prepared the peg in the fresh glass just like Brandon liked.
Brandon took the glass from his hand and took a sip instead of drinking it all at once. He tried to stand on his feet, leaving the bed, and it took more than a minute for him to stand on his feet, and finally, he did.
Brandon, for the first time, realized that his condition had gone worst in all these five years.
“Ask Tina to prepare porridge for me in the breakfast.”, he ordered before taking another sip.
Jake looked at his boss in confusion, wondering whether his ears had stopped working or what?
What was he hearing ‘porridge ‘ instead of ‘peg’?
OR his boss was so drunk that he spoke another porridge instead of the peg. Jake was the new staff of the house. He was hired last year as a caretaker. He thought he had to babysit babies, but he had no idea that he would be stuck with thirty-four years adult men.
Then the thought maybe that adult man would be mentally ill or something, but the story was totally different when he finally joined his job. Since the salary was too good to be true, he didn’t leave the job but prayed in his mind to make him a caretaker of kids instead of an adult man who knew nothing except drinking.
“Sir, Tina is our cook. She … she doesn’t prepare peg.”, he corrected Brandon.
Brandon glared at him. “And I said PORRIDGE, not peg.”, he hissed and drank one more sip from the glass.
“Oh! I … am so sorry, sir.”, Jake apologized.
“And ask someone to clean the room.”, Brandon added. Jake kept looking at his boss like Brandon would have grown two horns in his head without blinking his eyes. “Didn’t you hear me?”
“Yes, sir!! Yes, sir!!”, He nodded his head, “Umm… sir, you really said to get your room clean, right? Or, I’m hallucinating the things?” he asked.
Brandon threw the glass near his leg, scaring the poor guy. “If you haven’t come out of his hallucination until now, then next time, I will break it on your head.”
“Yes, sir!! Yes, sir!!” Jake said in fear.