Red Hair Woman and MR. MAFIA
OPEN YOUR DISGUISE

Tristan opened his eyes, looked at Fressia who was now beside him and just kept looking at him.

"Aunty why?" ask Tristan.

"Aunty is okay. Aunty just feels good that you're here. Forgive Aunty yes Tris, for leaving you alone in danger," Fressia shed her tears slightly. Tristan immediately approached and wiped off Fressia's tears with his finger.

"Aunty don't cry, I'm fine. Uncle Ivan has helped me" said Tristan.

"Did they hurt you? Did they hit you? Are we fed or not?" A series of questions are asked by Fressia because she imagines Tristan experiencing a very unpleasant event.

"They didn't hurt me, Aunty. They just close my eyes, then tie my hands and feet."

"You don't eat?" Again Fressia asked.

"Eat, but only bread" replied Tristan.

Fressia gave Tristan a hug, then held onto her foster child's shoulder, "now we take a bath, then eat ya."

"Okay, Aunty," Tristan followed Fressia's words because she did not want Fressia to be sad anymore. They are both equally sad if one of them is sad or hurt.

Aiden, who knows what happened, is now on board. He is grateful that his parents have left for Munich, so he does not need to say anything about his departure back to Washington DC.

"Where's Tristan now, Grey?" ask Aiden, when they were still on the plane.

"At home, sir. Miss Fressia's guarding her, "A Grey replied.

"No becus! The woman wasn't good at looking after Tristan. Should I change the nanny for Tristan?" ask Aiden to himself. Grey who heard that finally gave his advice.

"Not better, sir. Tristan is very close to Miss Fressia. He's even very obedient. If it is replaced, it will need another adjustment."

"But he can't keep Tristan, Grey."

"The incident yesterday was very sudden, sir. I think they chose a random child and Tristan looks so good and healthy, they must have chosen it without thinking much more."

"Then, increase the guard for my son, Grey. I don't want this kind of thing to happen again" Aiden ordered.

"All right, I'll set it up soon."

After nearly an hour and a half on the plane, they finally arrived back in Washington DC. A driver was there to pick up Aiden and Grey.

Grey can see the uneasiness in Aiden's unsettled attitude while on the plane and now in the car.

"He's fine, sir," said Grey, trying to calm Aiden down.

"Yes, I know. Oya, where's my gun, Grey?" ask Aiden.

"Weapons? What for, Mister?" grey asked who did not understand Aiden's intention of asking that.

"Give it to me" said Aiden.

Grey opens a special drawer under the seat of the car, then gives the weapon to Aiden. Aiden stuffed the weapon into the inside of the suit he was wearing.

After traveling about thirty minutes from the airport, they finally reached the Aiden Residence. Grey could see Aiden's cold-looking face and seemed to be filled with anger. That made Grey appear to be on guard because he did not want his superiors to do things out of control.

Meanwhile, inside the house, precisely in the family room, it appears Tristan was sitting on the carpet together with Fressia. Fressia was accompanying Tristan drawing while occasionally laughing.

"Aunty, where's Aunty's parents?" tanya Tristan arrived.

"Hmm ... But what really happened?"

"Aunty doesn't remember much," replied Fressia briefly.

How I want to know what happened, remember not. Even who I am I don't remember. - Inner Fressia.

"Aunty isn't sad?"

Fressia fell silent, she was confused as to what to answer. He could not lie that he was sad, but he did not feel anything. Maybe it's all because he doesn't remember any memories. He has Mom Roxane and Karen, who maybe if they leave, will make him sad.

"Sadly," answered Fressia flatly. He didn't want Tristan to think badly of him.

"If I were, I would be so sad if there wasn't a Daddy. I don't even have a picture of Mommy. I've never seen him, but I've been very sad," said Tristan who arrived suddenly drained his tears.

"Hey, Tris. No cry. There's Aunty here with you, okay. How about we go to the room now? You take a break, yes" Fressia invited Tristan into the bedroom.

After that, he came out of Tristan's bedroom and intended to tidy up the items they had used in the family room.

Fressia's eyes were rounded when she saw Aiden's whereabouts there. When did his master come?

"Good afternoon, sir," said Fressia greeting.

"Sit down!" Aiden's orders.

Fressia sat on the carpet. He wouldn't sit on the couch if there wasn't Tristan by his side. The sharp gaze Aiden gave made Fressia a little scared and made her body tremble.

This woman seems to have no feelings. He did not even feel sad when talking about his parents who were gone. Does he not have a heart? Or do not ... - inner Aiden who began to think negatively of Fressia.

"You're not good at looking after my son, hmm?!" ask Aiden with a little emphasis.

Fressia did not dare to raise her head. He remembered what happened to Tristan. The personal assistant of his superior must have told him what happened.

"I'm sorry, sir. It happened so quickly and I ...," Fressia stopped her speech because Aiden's voice came back.

"If Ivander didn't find him yesterday, do you know what's going to happen to Tristan?!" yell Aiden again.

Truly, Fressia was currently starting to get scared. He even lowered his head and covered his ears. A flash of memory was present in his mind.

"Not being so good at looking after my son. Are you here because you want to be comfortable? Or are you here because you have a certain purpose?" ask Aiden with a ketus.

"Bu-not like that, sir."

"All the things you told my son must have contained lies! I don't like that. The story of your parents' death must also be just a ruse to make you look sad. The story of your red hair is a lie! You just want to make my son and the people around you sympathize with you, huh?!"

Hearing Aiden's words, Fressia who initially looked down now looked at Aiden with a difficult to interpret gaze.

"What do you see?! Do you feel your lies and ruse have been exposed? I'm also convinced that the incident with Tristan yesterday was your interference! You want to hurt my family, right?!"

An Aiden pistol pulled out from the inside of his suit and was directly aimed at Fressia's forehead. Aiden had unhesitatingly pulled the trigger.

Cletekkk

I'll open your disguise. Only you know other than my son and my confidant, that I have a red-haired wife. This must all have something to do with you, inner Aiden.

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