My Dad's Bestfriend novel Chapter 117

Evelyn

Oh my God! This can’t be happening—it was on air. The footage showed every damn detail. There wouldn't even be a way to cover this up later on.

My anxiety spiked, my eyes wide and the glass falling from my trembling hand, the crimson wine staining the pristine white carpet below. But amid the chaos of the moment, neither I nor anyone else in the room spared a second thought for the spill. It was the news flashing across the television channel for me, and the worries crashed right into my very existence—I was beyond worried for Jacob at this point. He wasn’t the type to usually lose his calm, but this time, it seemed, he’d really lost it.

“What the hell is happening?” Rosaline rushed to look at the TV closely.

“That’s Mario and Luigi, but I thought Jacob didn’t have contact with them for years,” Enzo stood up, lines of tension and worry evident across his face. “Then what is going on?”

They didn’t know what was going on…but I did. I had absolutely no doubt that this incident had only taken place because of what they did at his apartment.

I ran my fingers through my hair, brushing it backward and emitting a tight breath.

It now explained those phone calls that changed in mood and gained such a reaction from him. He was actually talking to his uncles, and no wonder, they must have been the ones to call him there, and it had to be their words that made Jacob lose his calm—Mario and Luigi were excellent with their words, I had seen that yesterday.

I rushed upstairs without thinking about anything and, entering the room, I grabbed my phone from the side table and called Jacob, but to no avail. He wasn’t answering. I tried calling him once again, but even then there was no response to the call.

Cold beads of sweat covered my forehead at this point—I was actually scared. Jacob’s business was already going through a very tough phase where a single mistake could cost him a lot, and this news…I had a feeling it’d only bring more problems for him.

“Please, pick up, Jacob,” I walked back and forth in the room, praying to every god in my head to just make him pick up the call.

But it seemed like luck had left me today, completely.

“I need to fucking get him here; he has lost it,” As I rushed back downstairs, I watched as Enzo hurriedly grabbed his car keys from the drawer. His eyes met mine for a brief moment.

“Evie, don’t worry. We will get him here and talk about it—he’s going to be fine,” With that, he rushed to the door, while Rosaline was already on the verge of tears, consumed by worry.

I walked over to her. Despite my own distress, I put my hand on her shoulder, trying to help her calm down. “I am sure he’s going to be just fine,” I managed to say, the words feeling dry on my tongue. “Please don’t worry, Rosaline.”

She nodded, sniffling. “Those guys had been after Jacob for a long time. I thought it was over because he told me that they don’t call him and trouble him anymore. But it seems that he just said that to make us feel better. He must be going through something, Evelyn. My son never ever behaves this violently; this is not…him.”

“It’s okay. I know. We can talk about it once Enzo brings him here.”

Enzo slipped on his shoes and opened the door to walk out, but just then, an unexpected sight unfolded before our eyes.

It was Jacob, standing at the doorway. His coat hung limply from his hand, the buttons of his shirt open, in fact, a few were even missing. His hair was disheveled, and there were marks on his face—the faint shadow of a bruise on his cheek, a trickle of blood staining his nose,a jagged cut nestled just beneath the curve of his lips and his knuckles, just like I had seen in the news, were bloodied.

Relief flooded my veins knowing that he was finally here, but at the same time, worry crawled up my insides like venomous spiders. Watching him like this—he was hurt. Fighting two men like them, alone, surely hadn’t been a piece of cake.