Melina’s eyes widened at the sound of the voice and her vision filled with nerves. Calmed for a moment, her emotions suddenly spiked after getting a good look at Ondo’s face.


    Melina struggled frantically, screaming and ring at Ondo with resentful eyes.


    -So you’re faking it?


    Ondo snorted coldly and stepped closer, ring at Melina hysterically. The resentment that had filled Melina’s face after he said something like that suddenly turned to fear.


    -Ah!


    He was like a baby who could not speak, and his voice was hoarse and terrible.


    -What, you want to keep pretending again?


    At his words, Melina did not react any further, and continued to look as frightened and terrified as ever. She struggled desperately and, despite the softness of the bandages that bound her hands and feet, they stretched as far as they would go, leaving red marks on her wrists and ankles.


    Melina’s face no longer needs to be wrapped in gauze, revealing a face riddled with criss-crossed scars.


    Ondo seemed particrly pleased with her.


    -It’s not a bad ce, is it? You must really like it, don’t you?


    Her voice was so soft that those who didn’t know thought she was whispering to her lover.


    Melina’s screams finally ceased and she cowered and curled up, desperately trying to shrink.


    As if he was afraid of Ondo.


    -Melina, this is where you will spend the rest of your life. Look, there are people waiting for you outside at all times. Here you won’t have to worry about food or clothes. Isn’t this the life you’ve always dreamed of?


    Ondoughed derisively, Melina’s face disgusted him.


    -I was in a bad mood, but it hurts me to see you like this now. Oh yeah, remember that bastard you gave birth to? Heh, Gerard was really going to make an effort to raise him. Did you get your wish, happy?


    Ondo was in a good mood and talked a lot with Melina, and only when he had seen enough expressions of horror did he leave satisfied.


    -I’ll see you next time.


    The door was closed, blocking out the sunlight from the outside. When Melina is left alone in the room, her stiff, writhing body slowly rxes. Her face was buried in her long priopic hair and tears were streaming down her face.


    No one knows whether Melina was really crazy or just pretending to be.


    In a good mood, Ondo’s car drove quickly.


    Suddenly, the fast car stops abruptly. Because of the inertia, Ondo’s body leans forward and the seat belt pulls him backwards.


    “Yeah, that damn kid.”


    Ondo suddenly thought of Jaime, who had convinced him on the phone.


    “The midnight trip to the hospitalst night was because something had happened to the damn kid, not Gerardo?”


    Ondo’s expression froze for an instant, followed by a grim, twisted smile.


    “Heh, if something happens to one of the damn kids, all the better. Can Gerard still be so tough in front of me without his heir?”


    The more Ondo thought about it, the more he believed it was possible that something was wrong with the boy he hated, and his smile became more pronounced. He pulled out his mobile phone and called Jaime, but there was no answer.


    -Who has been looking after that child?


    Ondo squinted and thought to himself.


    It soon urred to him that it was Pr.


    This time the call was quickly answered.


    After being dismissed, Pr had been left hanging on Dot. She wanted to do something about it, but even she herself was living at home with her son, and it certainly wasn’t practical to raise another autistic child with cerebral palsy.


    So Ondo’s call seemed like a lifeline to Pr.


    The little boy is still his son, even if he is not popr, but the Moya family is not short of money, is it? At least the little boy should have a ce to live and be looked after.


    -Sir, you called me atst,” said Pr with a delighted look on her face.


    Ondo raised an eyebrow and thought to himself that his suspicions were indeed correct.


    -Pr, you’ve been looking after my son, so you must know how he is.


    Ondo’s slightly concerned voice made Pr decide that she was not cruel enough to leave her son alone, and without thinking too much, she told him exactly what she knew.


    -Sir, even if you don’t like Dot, at least he’s your son. You’re doing a good deed at the time, and you don’t have to look after him yourself, just get a babysitter. Ouch, that kid is really extra poor little…


    “Huh, cerebral palsy? And autistic! How can my son be disabled like that.”


    Ondo thought with disgust that he would never admit that he was his son, let alone a dysfunctional one, even if he was bright and lively.


    Ondo didn’t hear a word Pr said, and simply hung up.


    Now he felt nothing but joy.N?velDrama.Org content rights.


    Gerardo’s coveted heir is gone, and unless he wants to hand over the Moya family to Dn, the vast Moya family is now left with Ondo as the future heir.


    He really didn’t expect God to give him something so good.


    “Does Gerardo now have the audacity to use the other power of the Moya family to suppress the DS Group?”


    The more Ondo thought about it, the more smug he got, and he didn’t even want to hide his smugness, so he drove straight to the Moya Group.


    The receptionist hurried to greet Ondo, who had not been seen in a long time, and no one dared to stop him, so Ondo headed for the stairs and went straight to Gerardo’s office.


    Jaime is inside sorting things out.


    -Sir? What brings you here?


    Jaime was surprised to see Ondo.


    -Jaime, where is my grandfather?


    -In a meeting, what can I do for you?


    -You go first.


    Ondo looked at Jaime and said, with a smile on his face but with an irresistibly strong look on his face, Jaime was silent for a few seconds and finally nodded and left.


    -Yes.


    -Je.


    Ondo grimaced and walked straight to his desk and sat down in Gerardo’s ce.


    Even when he was in the Moya Group he had never been in this position, that of Chairman of the Board. His office was on the ground floor, with the que of the CEO’s office hanging outside.


    Ondo couldn’t help but smile with pleasure and smugness at the thought that the position would finally be his.


    When Gerardo left the meeting and saw Jaime standing outside his office, his brow furrowed.


    -Why are you here? I thought I told you to sort the information inside.


    Jaime looked at Gerardo with difficulty and said:


    -Mr. Gerardo, Ondo is here and he is in his office.


    -How dare that bastarde to my office!


    Gerardo was furious and pushed the door with a grimace. Gerardo’s excitement was heightened when he saw Ondo, who was sitting in his seat. He raised his hand and pointed at him, growling in anger.


    -You bastard! Who gave you permission to sit in my seat, get the fuck down.


    In contrast to Gerardo’s anger, Ondo did not change the curve of his lips one iota.