The Dark Side Of Fate Chapter 181

I decided I wouldn't waste any time. Once we returned to the estate in the morning, I would ask my mother. I hope she tells the truth for all our sakes so I can figure out what to do.

We had dinner, and everyone joked about the things they read in Jenny's journal.

The woman believed my father loved her, and my mother was blackmailing him to keep him.

She was really delusional.

One thing that troubled everyone was that other than when she mentioned her son, she never talked about him again. It was as if he had stopped existing. According to Theodore, there was an entry where she claimed my father took her son from her, but that was all. She did not talk about it or tell us where he was living. It was as if the baby had stopped existing. It was weird.

We left for the Volkov estate the next day. I was eager to confirm with my mother on the matter.

We arrived, and I went to my room.

After Tamia and I had settled in, I took the photocopied letter and knocked on my mother's door. I hoped she did not make it hard for my sake because I was tired of the lies.

My mother opened the door and was surprised to see me. She smiled and let me in.

"I must have done something right for you to come looking for me this morning," She said with a smile and offered me a seat. I sat and thanked her.

"How is Tamia? Is she alright? I hope she is eating and resting. These are the early stages. She shouldn't be going about with you," She said, and I smiled and leaned forward.

"She is fine, mother," I said and sighed.

"I am here to have a private discussion with you, and I need you to be honest with me," I said, and her smile dropped.

"I need you to tell me the truth because what I discovered is explosive. It can ruin our family. I need you to come clean and tell me the truth, so I will know how to handle the situation," I said, and she frowned at me.

"Why are you speaking like this, darling? I won't lie to you about anything. I love you and your brother, and your know it," She said, sounding a bit hurt, and I nodded.

"Okay, I want to know what transpired between you and Jenny Lawrence Babanin. There was a lot of bad blood between you two, so I do not understand why she would visit you in our house," I said, and she became uncomfortable.

"She just came to say hello and reconcile," She said, and I got irritated.

"Mother, you better tell me the truth. I have a letter from Jenny's records. She has a record claiming you wrote it and accusing you of killing father," I said, and she stood up and shook her head.

"How can you say such a thing about me? It is all lies. I warned her to stop spewing that nonsense about me. You do not know how that bitch was. She was obsessed with your father.." She said, and I cut her sentence to stop her from deviating. She always did that when backed into a corner.

"Tell me the truth, mother," I said, and she shook her head.

"Please sit down," I told her, letting my command through, and she reluctantly did as I said.

"I know he was unfair to you. I know everything. Tamia told me about Alissa, and I learned other things. I am not trying to judge you; I just need to know what to do," I said and sighed.

"She is lying. I can never hurt Maurice. He was my husband." She said, and I shook my head.

"Yes, I know, but he hurt you, mother. He tried to divorce you because of his fated, made you care for her, murdered most of your family members, and tried to give your family seat to his son. He did a lot of hurtful things to you," I said, and she looked at me, shocked.

"How did you know he tried to take my family seat from me?" She asked me with disbelief. I bowed my head and then looked at her.

"I did some research and saw a letter Jenny wrote to you to alert you that father wanted to give your family seat to his son, David," I said, and she was speechless.

I had her where I wanted, so it was time to ask again. Now that she knew I had information, she would not resolve to lie.

"Mother, please tell me you had no hand in this. Tell me that Jenny is lying and you did not have father killed." I said, staring into her eyes. Her tears were a dead giveaway. She was shaking and sweating. I could see it, but I needed her to say it.