His Purpose
83. Presumption

"It seems that Sir's guess is correct. The lady is pregnant young." Nick put down the cup filled with coffee while pouting a smile.

Gibran grabbed the cup and sipped it slowly. "We still have to make sure of it."

"Stay, I'm sure Madam is pregnant. As far as I know pregnant women do often experience emotional spikes to trigger unusual changes in attitude. As we've seen lately, Madam often does strange things that she's never done before."

"Attent. But she said the woman who is coming on the moon is also sensitive. Their emotions are often unstable and tend to be frightening. Or maybe the lady's menstruating?" Nick was stunned by his own guess.

While Gibran, the man casually opened a tablet researching the stock market. "Cannot be. The guest schedule is past."

Nick looked quickly. "How did you know?"

Gibran stared back at Nick with one eyebrow raised. The corner of his lips grinned thinly. This made Nick instantly shiver. Gibran and his madness. He seemed to master anything about Mary. Unmitigated, the man even knows the wife's monthly schedule.

"Gosh, lest you also memorize the size of the bra and the triangular fabric of Madam," Nick muttered involuntarily.

Gibran who heard that snorted briefly. "I even know the diameter of one tooth."

Nick blinked. Joking Gibran is a funny act. The man is not gifted at throwing humor. Just look at his flat, unripe face. Instead of laughing, the fall is scary.

Nick cleared his throat, "I almost forgot. The Master awaited the Great Mistress below."

Gibran's expression changed immediately. The face that was originally radiant after the video call with Maria has now gradually disappeared. Unknowingly Nick twisted his finger nervously. He knew very well the relationship between Gibran and his family was not good. But isn't that what Gibran came here for? Meet his mother and grandfather in America.

"Tuan—"

"You go first."

Gibran got up and left the sofa to the console table by the window. The man had no idea what he was doing to turn his back on Nick. Nick can do nothing but obey. He came out at Gibran's request, giving room to the boss who seemed to be in a state of unease.

After Nick's departure, Gibran rested his hands on the table. His eyes flashed sharply out the window, staring at the glistening expanse of the building exposed to the light of the king during the day.

Stepping foot in New York is tantamount to opening an old wound that Gibran tried to heal. He closed for a moment withstanding the slowly overflowing burst of emotions.

Gibran thought after days of getting used to it his heart would be much more invulnerable. Actuallyno. Gibran did not contact Maria until two days ago when she threatened not to eat if she did not call. Inevitably Gibran buried all his egos and efforts.

He was well aware that his actions would affect Mary, as well as their baby who was most likely growing in the woman's womb.

Gibran drew and took a deep breath. Then he moved, turning towards the door with a look filled with confidence.

I'll do whatever's best for our family, Sugarplum.

***

The fog of tension envelops the atmosphere of a table in a private restaurant. Gibran stared coldly at the woman before him. Whether when they last met face to face, Gibran himself was lazy to remember.

"A few days into New York you still refuse to set foot at home? And would rather hide in a hotel than visit your mom and grandpa?"

Gibran snorted cynically, "I'm not hiding. I just don't want to breathe air in there."

"Gibrans. Your words are too harsh, son." Sandra Willis spoke in such a subtle tone, yet anyone knew the implied threat there.

However, all that seemed to have no effect on Gibran who seemed indifferent, sitting side by side with his legs crossed staring straight at the mother.

"Go home. Meet your grandfather and get engaged. We've pushed back many times. It would be a shame if this time you were missing too."

"It's your thing, but it's me who's bothered. Why didn't he just marry the White woman?"

"Gibrans."

"Willis is already in power without having to coexist with them."

Sandra blinked flat. Gibran and his stance, since the first very difficult to be torn down.

"We're gonna be more powerful."

"I don't care" Gibran said.

"You'll be happy—"

"I am married."

Silent. The two of them looked at each other in silence. Thousands of meaningless things reaped tension between them. Sandra looked at the child expressionlessly. There was no surprise on his face. Most likely the woman already knew.

"Stop interfering with my life, or I'll make sure Willis' company breaks in my hands. You know exactly what your son is, Mom." Gibran pressed a call that was more aptly spelled sarcasm.

Sandra commented a faint smile, "You look a lot like your grandfather."

Gibran and David both have tough personalities. That is why his father was so eager to hold Gibran in his power.

The boy can still set up a disruptive business despite being on the run. It is certain how great Gibran is without family interference. Secretly the man had prepared everything early on.

Sandra recalled, Gibran was able to earn millions of dollars even though he was still a student. He was independent from basic education.

No wonder if his current power almost surpasses that of his father even his own grandfather. Listen, he's also close to a mobster. Its existence is so hard to find. Gibran has connections wherever he is.

"But I'm not greedy" Gibran said.

Sandra's lips twitched, "You're wrong. You are so greedy. The proof is that you snatched your own sister's lover," he said in a landslide.

"Don't think Mom doesn't know what you're doing out there."

Gibran's jaw tightens faintly. His thumb moved slightly, a sign he was disturbed by the statement. Even so Gibran still looks calm, he is good at controlling himself in any situation.

"Who is that woman?"

Silent. Gibran had no intention of answering his mother's question. However, the next sentence is enough to make Gibran worried.

"Is she the woman who made you bury your college dreams in Switzerland?"

Gibran is still silent. Sandra looked at her son's expression that did not bring any significant change. Then he nodded, "She's the same woman your grandfather meant?"

Without Sandra knowing Gibran's hands clenched under the table. This is one of the reasons why he came here. Gibran wanted to make sure of something he had long suspected.

Regarding the accident that Maria experienced, just a coincidence, or it was already planned. If he did, Gibran swore by anything he wouldn't stay silent.

He will destroy anyone who dares to hurt Mary, even if it is his own grandfather.