My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 117 Chaos And Havoc

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.Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

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.

But why did he take such a reckless step when his business was already collapsing? I didn't know.

“Jacob,” Rosaline rushed over to him, cupping his face and wiping off the dust. “You are hurt. God! Come here, let me treat your wounds first.”

"Step away, Rosaline," Enzo's voice cut through the tension, his grip firm as he pulled her aside. "There's no need to tend to his wounds after what he's done. He brought this upon himself and he knows it. Let him face the consequences."

"Enzo, please, he's injured," Rosaline pleaded, her voice tinged with urgency, "It's not the time for this. Can't you just see that?"

"Injury is the least of his concerns

right now," Enzo snapped, his frustration palpable. "Have you forgotten what happened last time? The media hounds him relentlessly One misstep, and his business could crumble. Yet he chose this reckless path. He has no idea of what problems await him now," he looked at Jacob, "Have you lost it, Jacob? The news is everywhere now. Every other competitor is going to take advantage of it now. Why did you do it?"

His words hung heavy in the air, the weight of Jacob's decisions pressing down on us all. But Jacob remained silent, his gaze fixed somewhere beyond the room, weariness etched into every line of his face.

Even from a distance, I could sense the depth of his emotional exhaustion, the weight of his choices bearing down on him like an invisible burden. He didn't regret his actions, but the consequences loomed large, casting a shadow over all of our lives.

As much as I wanted to offer solace, I remained rooted in place, paralyzed by my own fear and uncertainty. Jacob's world was unraveling, and I couldn't find the words to mend it.

"I am sorry, Dad. But I can't talk

about it right now," He finally let out a sigh after moments of silence. His eyes took only one, just one single glance at me, and with that, he walked upstairs. And there I stood, frozen in place, my heart pounding so loudly I was sure everyone could hear it.

When Jacob's gaze had met mine, I saw a storm raging within those normally calm eyes. It was as if he held the weight of the world on his shoulders, each burden threatening to consume him whole.

This was not okay....he was not okay.

Soon, I heard the sound of the door being shut, indicating he'd walked to his room.

I looked at Enzo and Rosaline, both looking worried for him just like me. And I slowly walked over to them.

Their expressions shifted, mirroring a mix of shock and concern. Rosaline's arms enveloped me, offering solace

“Oh, darling, why didn't you tell us sooner?" Her lips pressed gently against my temple. "You must have been terrified. I'm so sorry you had to endure that."

"It's okay. I'm okay. But Jacob..." My voice trailed off, heavy with worry.

Enzo's touch brushed against my cheek, "You should be with him, Evie. He needs you."

A soft smile tugged at my lips, "Yes, I should." With a nod, I ascended the stairs, each step a silent pledge to stand by Jacob's side.

Enzo was right—Jacob needed me. And I couldn't bear the thought of him facing it all alone.