Chapter 247 - Learning About the Truth (10) (1/2)

|Innaya|

Debt? If my in-laws were in debt, why would he ask me for my bank account number?

No. I shook my head. Agreed, Eshan had been busy with business, and his workload had also increased over the past few days, I knew the company was not in loss. I would have noticed it, or read it somewhere.

Dad narrowed his eyes, throwing another cushion at Arjun's face. ”This is your apology gift to your sister.”

My jaw almost hit the ground with shock. Five lacs? Apology gift? And, that account number had nothing to do with me.

”What? No. This is extortion.”

I almost covered my ears because of Arjun's shout. Was he trying to turn me deaf? I glared at him for making my ears irritable with his high-pitched voice.

”Yes, I'm extorting money from you. What will you do?” Dad folded his arms across his chest. He was such a bully. He was extorting money in the broad daylight without feeling a bit guilty of his actions. And, his attitude truly resembled the gangsters. He did not even need a weapon to make his words impactful.

”Don't be a bully here. You haven't taken a penny from your son,” Arjun shook his head, keeping away his wallet in his pocket stealthily.

”I'll be a bully. And, who said I haven't taken anything from him?” Dad said smugly.

Arjun leaned forward in his seat, asking excitedly, ”Did you really take money from Eshan?”

”Ha! As if I need his permission to take money. I just transferred our property in Goa on his name to Innaya.”

What? On my name? Why would he do something like this?

Before I could voice my objections, Eshan's figure coming down, caught my eyes, and I promptly swallowed back my words.

”Eshan, you just lost the property to Innaya. Haha…” Arjun shifted his focus to Eshan. ”Come and sit. I need to start the story soon. We'll be waiting for you.”

Eshan glanced at Arjun but ignored him and walked to my side. Sitting between the space between his father and me, he made himself comfortable on the sofa.

”Hey, go sit somewhere else.” Dad pushed Eshan, but he just sat like a stone- unmoving, unrelenting, and stoic.

”Your meds.” He put the strips of medicine in my hand.

My eyebrows were drawn together. ”Medicines?” I asked because I did not remember the doctor writing to me some on a timely basis. All he gave was the pain relief spray and painkillers, which were to be taken when I could not bear the pain.