Chapter 376 - Three Hundred And Seventy-Six: A Common Enemy (1/2)
The third point of view:
”Ahhh!” An anguished scream left Fernandez's mouth as he grabbed anything he could get his hands on - scratch that, his hand, since the other one was bandaged, fling them against the wall.
The pain he was feeling in his heart was more than the pain he was receiving from his crushed hand. Though he had a few fractures, it seemed Emerald had intentionally gone easy on him since he could have crushed all the bones of his fingers in one stomp. The surgery went successfully but he could literally do anything with that hand until it's fully healed.
”Sir?” a concerned nurse walked in. She had heard the noise in the room and came to investigate what was going on.
”Sir, you have to calm down,” She tried to walk over to him but Fernandez turned around and pinned her at that spot with a glare.
”Who are you?!” He roared, ”How dare you?! Do you look down on me too?!” He yelled as he grabbed the nearest pillow on his bed and hurled it at her.
The nurse screamed as the pillow hit her right in the face, ”Sir?!” She screamed with a look of horror. The nurse was still trying to make sense of what was going on when she watched with wide eyes as Fernandez grabbed a flower vase.
”Get out!” Anger took the very best of Fernandez as he hurled the vase at her without second thoughts - he gave no damn about her life.
Adrenaline pumped in her blood and like a stunt person in a movie, the nurse didn't know how she dodged with fast reflexes, the vase missing her narrowly in a space of two seconds. For a moment there, the nurse stood transfixed until the smashing sound of the vase as it hit the wall roused her back to reality. That would have been her, she slowly realized.
She glanced up at the furious boar called Fernandez and admitted that this patient was a mad man. Without a second thought, she scampered out of the room.
As much as she wanted to lay down a complaint, this man was a VIP that could crush her with just a word. If that vase had hit her, he would simply seal her mouth with compensation money and the case would be buried forever - that is if she survived.
The hospital director wouldn't afford to be on the man's bad side hence it was likely she would get fired if she dared open her mouth. Those that had money and power ruled the world, who would give ear to the powerless one who was assaulted physically? Nobody. So she ran without looking back.
Anger was his greatest weakness, Fernandez knew that yet he made no effort to control it - hot-temperedness cannot be put to a stop.
They had pissed him off; this was the most embarrassing day of his life. He had come to the Falcon Gang for help and what did they do? Humiliate him!
Remembering about the event intensified the rage he was feeling and he picked his phone to call a certain person. As soon as the call went through, Fernandez yelled,
”Is this how you trained your daughters?!”
”What are you talking about?” asked the other voice from the line.
”I must be cursed to have associated with your daughter!”
”Fernandez, you are not making any sense right now, do you know that? Not to mention the fact you lack respect. You haven't called me for the first time in a long time and the first thing you do after so many years is to rain down insults on me?” Said Vincent, Cecil's father.
”I would have minded my manners if your daughter hadn't humiliated me beyond measure today!”
”Which of my daughters are you talking about?”
”Of course, your whore of a daughter called Cecil, who were you expecting?” Fernandez sneered.
There was a pause from the other line. It was obvious that the old man was digesting the unexpected news. Ever since Cecil brought shame on the family name, he had canceled everything about her. He removed her from the family's registry, cut her off from the rest of the family, and prevented anyone from making communication with her.
According to him, Cecil was a disgrace to them and from thenceforth, he had sworn she was no more than a stranger to him, her mother, her siblings, her whole family. So hearing this ugly news about her after so many years was a huge shocker.
”I don't have a daughter called Cecil,” the man's voice was taut and decisive.
”Even if you claim she's not your daughter, your blood runs in her vein, and this time she has awoken a sleeping lion,”
”What did she do this time?”
”Your whore daughter has been hiding my son for the past eighteen years,”
”What?!” Vincent was shocked.
”Yes, you heard me right. Cecil has been keeping my son for that long,”
”H-how's that possible? It doesn't make any sense? Are you sure you know what you're talking about?” he asked Fernandez just to be certain.