Chapter 304 : The Truth


    “Your beloved father helped me to set you up! Hahaha! How’s that for a heads up?” With all emphasis


    on every word, Trishia smiled like she already won the fight.


    Hearing Trishia, Arabe’s memory brought her to that tragic night.


    “Do you think Bill would love you? Ha!Ha!Ha!” Trishiaughed seeing Arabe was lost in her deep


    thinking. “He will kill you, Arabe Jones. Bill Sky will kill you if he will know that your beloved father


    killed his father. Hahaha!” Trishiaughed madly.


    Pissed of Trishia and the information, Arabe threw the knife away and got the scissors on the floor.


    She stormed to Trishia grabbed her hair and started to cut it.


    “What are you doing. Bitch? Let go of me!” Trishia struggled hard until she escaped from Arabe''s


    grip. “Shit! What have you done to my hair? You! You… Bitch!”  Trishia roared wildly. Arabe


    sessfully cut her long hair. Holding it, she purposely showed it to Trishia with a triumphant smile on


    her face. “I warned you but you didn’t listen,” Arabe uttered. “Come here so I can make you bald!”


    She taunted Trishia.


    “You are insane! Grrrr!” Giggling with intense anger, Trishia hissed. “I wille back for you Arabe


    Jones! You will see!” She added indignantly and quickly ran off.


    Arabe heaved a heavy sigh of relief. Finally, Trishia was gone like a lightning bolt. She looked at


    Trishia’s hair then she smirked. Her eyes wandered around her apartment. It was like a huge tornado


    came inside her apartment and scrambled all her things. She was devastated by the scene, the hair


    she was holding especially the owner of the hair. Full of grudges, she threw Trishia’s hair in the bin then


    she plunged herself into the sofa with full of her curtain’s fabrics cut into pieces.


    ''Your dad...''


    ''Your beloved dad...''


    ''Your dad framed you...''


    Trishia''s words were like a boomerang in her head.


    "Dad! I just hope Trishia was lying..." She heaved a deep sigh then she closed her eyes trying to regain


    her calm for a while.


    After, she stood up and started fixing her ce.


    At night, Arabe tossed on her bed. She felt tired of cleaning the whole day but she could not put


    herself to sleep. Her mind was still upied with Trishia’s revtions. She refused to believe Trishia’s


    words but they kept on bugging her mind. She felt a scorching me of anger in her heart thinking of


    her father helping Trishia to ruin her. How could her father have done it to her? She had to know the


    truth because if it was true, she could never forgive him. First, he chose Alice Meyer over her, and still,


    she was trying to save him from Sen. Meyer’s hands. She put her life in danger again just to save her


    dad. Now, if Trishia was true, how could she be able to handle it? It was too absurd! Is her dad still


    worth saving for? She had to know the whole truth.


    After a while, she got her phone. She heaved a deep sigh first before she called someone.


    “Oh dear, I think this is my lucky night.” Sen. Meyer answered excitedly.


    Arabe smirked mockingly on the other line. She never wanted to call this old man but he got her dad


    and he was the only one who knew where her dad is.


    “I want to see my dad.” Arabe’s tone did not glow. She was tired the whole day. She felt more tiring


    debating with Trishia rather than cleaning her house. Now, it was Trishia’s stepdad’s turn. Arabe just


    wished to get rid of this family in her life as she heaved a very exhausted sigh.


    “Oh, your dad… Actually, I was about to call you regarding your next mission in saving your pathetic


    dad. What an instinct you’ve got there, Arabe. You called me first!” Sen. Meyer said in a friendly tone


    more if he was talking to his close friend.


    “Cut the crap, Senator!” Arabe hissed. She never wanted to have a long chit-chat with the old vicious


    senator. It just irritated her so much. “Let me see my dad and you will know my answer to that mission


    you are mentioning.” She ordered firmly.


    Sen. Meyer was quiet for a while on the other line. She waited. Arabe knew this old man was so


    cunning and would never give her anything without something in exchange.


    "Okay..." Sen. Meyer finally answered. "Tomorrow...will send you the address." He added and then cut


    the call without waiting for Arabe''s response.


    For Arabe, it was so unlikely. She knew the Senator had something up his sleeves. Somehow, she


    felt a little satisfaction. Finally, she could confront her father. She had to know the truth or her mind


    would explode.


    The next morning, Arabe showed up early in an old building located 1hr. away from Capital Z.


    "What are you doing here!?" Arabe''s dad growled seeing Arabe outside his cage. His expression


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    was displeased and his eyes were polling."Did I not tell you not toe here anymore? I told you to


    run away from here! Stop seeing me, baby... Stop seeing me!" He added with a frustrated tone. He


    seemed determined to oust her.


    "Why dad? Why you don''t want to see me, dad? Is it because of your other daughter?" Disheartened,


    Arabe blurted out. She felt the sadness in her heart and at the same time the anger too of being


    chased away.


    After hearing Arabe''s words, her father halted. He was shocked and his facial expression couldn''t


    hide her surging emotions. "What, dad? Are you shocked that I knew I have a sister?"Arabe strode


    closer to her dad''s cell.


    Her dad''s expression was stunned and displeased. He seemed not to expect that Arabe would find


    out about his other daughter.


    "What...How did you know?" His tone had no glow.


    "Trishia! Trishia Meyer... Is it true that she''s my sister?" Arabe uttered with eagerness in her tone and


    expression.


    Her dad George Foster, looked at her. She met his eyes. Then eventually, he nced down and


    nodded.


    "Yes." He responded.


    Arabe was expecting this but still, she felt something indifferent inside her. She could not decipher if


    it was jealousy or it was anger inside her.


    "Huh!" She could just utter it unbelievably. "Hahaha..." Then she couldn''t help butugh bitterly.


    "Dad... What have you be?" She asked with great disappointment in her tone. George Foster


    remained his head low but she was sure that he heard herpletely. The truth made her lose her


    calm. She was bugged with something that she was about to explode. Arabe heaved a deep sigh


    trying to keep her sanity intact in the situation.


    "I''m...I''m sorry, baby..." Her dad said with deep regrets.


    After hearing him, her stubborn tears skipped from the corners of her eyes. She hated to cry in front of


    her father but she could not help it. Her tears were flowing like they were stuck for too long and


    suddenly were expelled.


    "I have been wanting to tell you this but your mom stopped me." George Foster exined. "But please,


    don''t get mad with your mother. She just wanted to protect you. She wanted to spare you from the


    pain." He added with pleading eyes as he looked at Arabe then lowered his head again.


    "I never hated mom." She strongly reacted. "The person I hated the most is you!" She roared angrily.


    "You, dad... How could you help your other daughter to set me up?" She cried out ming him. George


    Foster looked at her again. His expression was stunned and his eyes were full of regrets. He seemed


    out of words.


    "I''m very sorry... I''m very sorry, baby." He uttered again full of regrets. "It''s all my fault. me


    everything on me!" Arabe saw her dad''s expression was awful. His eyes were teary like he was


    trying to hold his emotions. It just made Arabe feel annoyed. His words were not eptable to her. It


    was very obvious that her father was covering Trishia Meyer. Arabe felt she was abandoned again by


    her father. The pain was just too much for her to handle. "You know dad..."Along with her words were


    her tears flowing rapidly. She walked closer to his cell and held the bars. Great disappointments were


    shown in her eyes as she looked at her dad with a broken spirit. " ...you were my hero once. You are


    the person I trusted the most. You were my best friend. The person who I wanted to be someday


    when I was your baby girl. At that time, you were my best of the best dad in the world..." She muttered


    like she was the only one talking to herself. "Ha!ha!ha!" Then after, sheughed. Not a joyfulugh but


    the most bitter one. Obviously, she found all her memories were just a joke.


    "I''m very sorry, baby." George Foster quickly appeased her. He was full of guilt in his expression. "I am


    not a good father. I''m very sorry." He struggled to get up and walked toward her. He tried to touch her


    but Arabe moved her hands away disgustingly from his cell.


    "Stop apologizing, dad. You are not sorry... because if you do... you will not protect your other daughter.


    You can even hurt me repeatedly for your other family. You are a hopeless man. I hate you!" She


    roared angrily.


    "That''s right baby... Hate me! Hate me all you want. Get away as far as you can and don''te back


    here again! Do you understand?" Her father strongly responded.


    "You can''t even act to like me even a bit. You can''t even pretend to be a good father even for a minute


    for me..." Arabe sobbed disheartened. "Don''t worry dad, you will not see me again." Finally, she


    announced firmly. With her heart shattered into pieces, she quickly turned around leaving her dad


    alone. With the intense pain, she swore not toe back for him. For her, it was the right thing for her


    to do. It was enough trying hard to be epted by someone, especially her father. She felt tired tying.


    Very tired. As she strode to the exit, her tears kept on flowing. She cried out trying to let go of all the


    pain she felt when someone blocked her way.


    "Don''t cry over a spilled milk, dear." Even without lifting her head, she already deciphered the owner of


    the voice. No other than, Sen. Meyer.


    Her furious eyes met his teasing eyes as she quickly wiped away her tears.


    "Oh, don''t look at me like that, dear... I am not your enemy here." With a cunning expression, Sen.


    Meyer murmured. Arabe never felt good with the senator as her nce never left him.


    "Come on, would you care for some coffee?" The Senator invited her with a friendly tone.


    "No! I don''t have time for you." She quickly refuted then she proceeded walking avoiding the Senator


    but the old man grabbed her arm. She stopped. "Let go of me!" She strongly snatched her arm away


    from him but when she was about to leave, Sen. Meyer''s men arrived by one snapped of his fingers.


    Arabe stopped again. She gritted her teeth looking at the three men blocking her way. "Arabe...


    Arabe Jones... what are you thinking? Do you really think that you can get away from me?"