But in the end Jorge did not call Kennedy. So Kennedy quickly disappeared from his sight. Jorge was very angry, his chest was rising and falling, it seemed that his illness was about to attack. Dylan reached out and patted his master on the back, suggesting:
-Don’t be angry, sir, why are you looking for trouble?
-Dylan, do you think Kennedy is in a period of rebellion? He rebelled against me like that because of a woman, what is the charm of that woman named Alice that has made him like that?
Dylan was a little afraid to tell her the truth, but asked anyway:
-Do you want to know what I think?
-Tell me!
-In my opinion, Mr. Kennedy is an adult and has his own opinion about things. Kennedy rebelled against you, and not because he was in full rebellion, but because you prevented him from doing what he wanted.
Jorge heard these words and did not know what to say to them.
-The most important thing is that you did not educate him when he was a child, which greatly diminished his respect for you. And it is true that you did wrong in this matter.
-What do you mean? -Jorge looked at Dylan angrily:
-How dare you say I did wrong, Dylan, you think that because you are my trusted employee you speak to me with such impunity?
Dylan shook his head:
-I’m just telling the truth.
But it was good to see that Jorge was not going to hold Dylan responsible for his mistake:
-You’re going to get off the hook this time. I’m going to check on Zoe, I want to know exactly why she did this wrong.
***
In the bedroom.
Zoe was lying on her bed, her eyes still red and swollen. They hurt now, and they hurt because she had cried so much earlier. She waited for George and the doctor to leave to dry her tears and close her eyes to rest. His mind kept going back to the scene where he had ordered the maid to drug Kennedy.
And Kennedy had seen it all. If Kennedy cared about the scandal, he wouldn’t tell anyone. But what if he didn’t care at all? At the thought, Zoe’s eyes widened nervously, her expression a little frightened.
But she soon regained her composure, because even if Kennedy revealed the incident, she had no proof that Zoe had drugged her. The maid had taken money from Zoe, and Zoe had already had it taken away, so as long as Zoe wouldn’t admit it, she could shrug it off. As long as they didn’t have the key evidence, mere suspicion couldn’t inflict substantial punishment.
With this in mind, Zoe closed her eyes peacefully and drifted off to sleep.
But she didn’t sleep long before she heard a knock at the door. At first Zoe thought she had misheard it, but then the knocking became clearer and Zoe awoke from her sleep and immediately asked:
-Who is it?
The knocking died down and Zoe heard Jorge’s voice.
-Zoe, it’s me, Grandpa Jorge.
-Come in, Grandpa,” Zoe hurried to say.
When the door opened, George came in on his crutches and it seemed to Zoe that George was in a different mood than when he had left. What was going on?
-Grandpa? -Zoe called out to him in confusion.
Jorge nodded and, although he tried hard to conceal it, his attitude towards Zoe soured at the thought of his favorite girl actually drugging Kennedy and doing something so morally corrupt.
But, after all, this was a relationship between two families, so he said:
-You don’t have to worry about the wound on your forehead; since Kennedy caused it, the Carlos family will take responsibility. When your wound has healed, I’ll have the best hospital in the country remove the scar, and you’ll be as good as new again.
Zoe thought it was strange because Jorge had only told her about this once, so why was he telling her again now? Had Jorge discovered the truth of what had happened?
Zoe was afraid that, if Jorge decided to believe the truth, there would be no one to help her in the future.
So Zoe asked nervously:
-Grandpa Jorge, what did Kennedy just say? He’s probably really mad at me, and he definitely doesn’t want to be with me now that I’ve broken my face.
Jorge looked at Zoe and went back to thinking about the bad things he had done and said nothing.
Zoe saw Jorge’s lack of reaction and suddenly shouted:
-I’ve lost the meaning of life, oh no…..
Seeing Zoe’s tears softened George’s heart again, for he had seen Zoe grow from a child to a beautiful young woman, and he loved Zoe and sincerely wanted her to marry Kennedy. Before he had no chance, but now things were different. That’s why George wanted to fight for her, but he didn’t expect all this to happen.
-Zoe, don’t be sad, what I promised you will not change. Don’t worry, Kennedy’s wife will be you.
Zoe nodded reassuringly at his promise. She was about to speak when suddenly she heard a woman’s voice.
-Old man, you treat other people’s daughter very well.
It was a clean, but somewhat arrogant voice, and Zoe and Jorge simultaneously froze and looked toward the door to find a tall woman in a red trench coat standing in the doorway, a smirk on her face and contempt in her eyes.
Because she had come to see George, Rachel had put on a red dress and crimson lipstick. She had tied back her long hair and put on high heels, which made her look strong. She knew what she was going to do on this trip, so she had prepared for it in her outfit.
Now Rachel was standing in the doorway, looking around the room at the two people gawking, and she knew she had succeeded. So she smiled and entered the room, the clack of her heels against the floor producing a sound as rhythmic as stepping on Jorge’s heart.
Jorge’s eyes were glued to Rachel, not daring to turn away for a minute. His hands trembled a little, he thought he was looking at him wrong, but the sound was familiar.
Raquel, his daughter…
After all these years, Raquel never saw him, never came home, never sent a gift at Christmas. Jorge thought he would never see his daughter again in his life. But now…
Raquel felt Jorge’s gaze, but ignored it as she walked over to Zoe and scolded her:
-If you think there’s no point in living, then go to hell now, are you making a one man show here?