My Dad's Bestfriend novel Chapter 110

Evelyn

"I'm sorry for leaving you alone," Jacob sighed, tenderly cupping my face and pressing a gentle kiss on my forehead. His voice quivered with guilt. "I had no idea they'd pull such a stunt. If I'd known, I'd never have left you here. I'm so fucking sorry…"

"It's okay, Jacob. It wasn't your fault," I sniffled, holding him tighter. Despite the chaos, being in his embrace brought a sense of safety and solace that I desperately needed. It didn’t matter what had happened, I was with him now, that’s all I needed.

"You must have been terrified, baby,” he murmured, his fingers running through my hair as I buried my face into his neck. "I promise this won't happen again. They'll pay for what they did today. I won't let them have the chance to do it again."

"I'm sorry I couldn't stop them. They destroyed everything…"

"Stop, please," Jacob lifted my chin gently, his eyes meeting mine. "Do you think that matters to me, Evie? You have nothing to apologize for. Those things they ruined mean nothing compared to you. You're what matters. And hurting you..." His voice hardened, jaw clenching in anger at the thought. "They laid their hands on my world, and I swear to god, I won't let them get away with it. I will break their fucking hands.”

"No, please don't do anything like that. They might hurt you too…" Tears flowed as memories and their words flooded back into my mind. "I can't see you get hurt. Please, don't do anything..."

"Shh... it's alright," he murmured, "No one will hurt me, I promise. Please, calm down, baby."

"No. They said they will hurt you."

"Evelyn, they've been pulling these senseless stunts for years. They've threatened me for years, it's their way to extort money from me. This is their go-to when they're strapped for cash. It's nothing new," he sighed, a hint of defeat slipping into his tone. "They can't hurt me because if they could, they would've done it already. Their attempt was merely to scare you. Don't take their words seriously—trust me, they're cowards. They're just hungry for money."

"They're your uncles, right? Why do they do this to you?"

"Because they're greedy, despicable assholes," he chuckled bitterly. "They feel entitled because I ended up being adopted into a wealthy family after my father's death. But you know the irony? In reality, they couldn't care less about my dad. They'd have sold him off if it meant a quick buck. They're cheap and greedy. That's all they are—they aren't my uncles. I refuse to consider them family because they don't deserve that title," his voice lowered with a mix of anger and sorrow.

"Why didn't you do something about them after all these years of trouble?" I questioned softly, "It's not right."

"I didn't think money was the issue. It was a stupid decision, but I didn't want to give them more attention than they already demanded. I'd ignore their threats, the scenes they'd create at my office. It was stressful just thinking about it. So, whenever they called, I'd just send the money," Jacob sighed, "I'm sorry. I should've been more cautious."

"Why do you let them trample all over you, Jacob? You don't deserve this torment, these threats, this mistreatment. When will you understand your worth? To me, you're worth more than everything in the world combined," I confessed, pressing my forehead against his, my fingers tightly gripping his shirt. "Don't let anyone mistreat you. You mean everything to me…"

"You got hurt because of me, yet you're still concerned about me…" He chuckled softly, tears glistening in his eyes as he wiped them away, leaning in to kiss me gently. "I don't know what I've done to have you in my life." He lifted me up, heading toward the bedroom—the only place his uncles hadn't ransacked. It seemed they had run out of time, their rampage executed so swiftly that I barely comprehended the chaos.

“What are you doing?" I asked as he settled me on the edge of the bed, walking over to the nightstand.

"You might have forgotten about your wound, but I haven't," he replied, retrieving the first aid kit and kneeling before me.

"It'll hurt…" I hesitated, pulling away slightly as he soaked a cotton swab in disinfectant.

"It'll sting a little, baby, but then it'll be okay. We can't leave the wound open like this," his gaze softened. "Trust me. It'll be over quickly."

"Can't we skip it, please?" Tears welled in my eyes. I knew it was inevitable, but the pain would be unbearable.