The Dark Side Of Fate by Karima Sa'ad Usman novel Chapter 244

~Leo~

I did not know how to feel about what Casper had just told me. I was in shock, and the room was silent. Even David, who always had a joke, noticed a problem and held his tongue.

"Is anything the matter, Leo?" Sylvester asked me, and I knew it would be rude not to reply.

"I haven't seen my parents in almost seven years. They left the moment they handed the pack over to me. They weren't even around for my wedding," I said, and my voice cracked because of the emotions that I was feeling.

"I thought they were dead until they called me a few days ago, telling me not to trust anyone and that they are on their way. Now they are here," I said, and David whistled.

"You are one lucky man," He said, and I could understand him because he never knew his mother, nor did he spend time with his father.

"Yeah, It would have been if they weren't mixed up in this shit," I said, and Sylvester was surprised.

"Andrew said they were a part of the cult and are recently on the run," I confessed.

"Fuck Leo, hope they didn't come with trouble. Those things are scary," Dominic said, and I stood up and shook my head.

"I guess I should go and see them. I hope they can lead us in the right direction," I said, looking at Sylvester.

'Please do not let Andrew and Clay know my parents are here. I must know what is happening and if I can trust Andrew." I said, and he nodded.

He had concern in his eyes. I could see he understood my plight, and I was grateful none of them pushed too hard for information.

"What if they are here to spy for the cult," Vino asked, and I could understand why he would ask a fucked up question like that. His mother was a traitor, after all.

I thought of many ways to answer him but decided not to. His mother was dead; there was no point rubbing it in.

"I doubt they would harm their son, Vino. Not everyone is messed up like Jennifer," Dominic said, and we were all silent.

I wanted to laugh because Dominic took the words out of my mouth, but the situation was too sensitive.

I had indeed read some of the dairies the woman kept. Marcel and Theo often used them to crack jokes, and I knew what Dominic said wasn't an insult. The woman was genuinely sick. I honestly wondered how Maurice and her husband coped with her.

"Go ahead. We will return to the pack house, and just like we agreed to do with Devin, we will brief you on our plans when you join us. I hope your parents have something good to tell us." Sylvester said, and I nodded.

I left the office and headed for my bungalow.

My heart was in my mouth while I walked.

A lot had changed over the years. I had married and gotten divorced. I had loved and lost. I had gained power, land and wealth. I had increased what they passed to me and forged new alliances. I had new morals and values. I had new friends, and I had a new family. A lot had changed in my life, and I knew a lot had changed in theirs too.

I was angry that they had kept me in the dark all these years. I hoped what Andrew had told me was not true, and if it were, they would have a rational explanation.

Above all, I hoped I could trust them and that they were not here to persuade me to act against Sylvester because I would choose my friends over them. They were my new family now; they were my support and backbone. I won't team up with anyone against them.

I got to my house and opened the door.

There they were, sitting on the three-sitter couch in my living room.

My mother looked at the door with swollen eyes and stood up.

My father did the same. They looked sorry and ashamed. They looked sad. They looked afraid.

"Leo," my mother said; she had aged a little since I last saw her.

She had grey hair in the front of her head now, thick and long, but her hair still had the healthy Volume it had.

Her blue eyes were faded, and I knew age was the factor.

My father still looked like he did. But the lines on his face told of his age. His hair was thick and dark, his brown eyes were brilliant, and he looked in shape. They both still looked in good condition. I believe the years had favoured them until recently.

My mother left my father's side and came to hug me.

She wrapped her arms around me and rested her head against my chest. She began to sob, and I slowly wrapped my arms around her to console her.

I rubbed her back gently while she held on tightly. I looked at my father, and his eyes were misty. Words could not be spoken. He had nothing to say.

My mother finally broke the hug, and My father approached me.

He looked at me with respect and nodded with approval.

"I am proud of you, son," he said, not wanting to waste the moment. I pulled him in for a hug.

"You should have stayed in touch," I said, and he hugged me tightly.

"I know, son; I am sorry. We both are," he said, and he broke the hug.