My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 117 Chaos And Havoc

Evelyn

Oh my God! This can't be happening-it was on air. The footage showed every damn detail. There wouldn't even be a way to cover this up later on.

My anxiety spiked, my eyes wide and the glass falling from my trembling hand, the crimson wine staining the pristine white carpet below. But amid the chaos of the moment, neither I nor anyone else in the room spared a second thought for the spill. It was the news flashing across the television channel for me, and the worries crashed right into my very existence-I was beyond worried for Jacob at this point. He wasn't the type to usually lose his calm, but this time, it seemed, he'd really lost it.

"What the hell is happening?" Rosaline rushed to look at the TV closely.

"That's Mario and Luigi, but I thought Jacob didn't have contact with them for years," Enzo stood up, lines of tension and worry evident across his face. "Then what is going on?"

They didn't know what was going on...but I did. I had absolutely no doubt that this incident had only taken place because of what they did at his apartment.

I ran my fingers through my hair, brushing it backward and emitting a tight breath.

It now explained those phone calls that changed in mood and gained such a reaction from him. He was actually talking to his uncles, and no wonder, they must have been the ones to call him there, and it had to be their words that made Jacob lose his calm-Mario and Luigi were excellent with their words, I had seen that yesterday.

I rushed upstairs without thinking about anything and, entering the room, I grabbed my phone from the side table and called Jacob, but to no avail. He wasn't answering. I tried calling him once again, but even then there was no response to the call.

Cold beads of sweat covered my forehead at this point I was actually scared. Jacob's business was already going through a very tough phase where a single mistake could cost him a lot, and this news...I had a feeling it'd only bring more problems for him.

"Please, pick up, Jacob," I walked back and forth in the room, praying to every god in my head to just make him pick up the call.

But it seemed like luck had left me today, completely.

As I rushed back downstairs, I watched as Enzo hurriedly grabbed his car keys from the drawer. His eyes met mine for a brief moment. "Evie, don't worry. We will get him here and talk about it-he's going to be fine," With that, he rushed to the door, while Rosaline was

trying to help her calm down. "I am sure he's going to

don't call him and trouble him anymore. But it seems that he just said that to make us feel better. He must be going through something, Evelyn. My son

know. We can talk about it once Enzo brings

his shoes and opened the door to walk

doorway. His coat hung limply from his hand, the buttons of his shirt open, in fact, a few were even missing. His hair was disheveled, and there were marks on his face the faint shadow of a bruise on his cheek, a trickle of blood staining his nose, a jagged cut nestled just

but at the same time, worry crawled up my insides like venomous spiders. Watching him like this-he was hurt. Fighting two men like

such a reckless step when his business was

rushed over to him, cupping his face and wiping off the dust. "You are hurt. God! Come

Rosaline," Enzo's voice cut through the tension, his grip firm as he pulled her aside. "There's no need to tend to his wounds after what he's done.

voice tinged with urgency,

is the least

palpable. "Have you forgotten what happened last time? The media hounds him relentlessly One misstep, and his business could crumble. Yet he chose this reckless path. He has no idea of what problems await him now," he looked at Jacob, "Have you lost it, Jacob? The news is everywhere now. Every other competitor

pressing down on us all. But Jacob

weight of his choices bearing down on him like an invisible burden. He didn't regret

I remained rooted in place, paralyzed by my own fear and uncertainty. Jacob's world

sorry, Dad. But I can't

now," He finally let

me,

sure everyone could hear

calm eyes. It was as if he held the weight of