Red Hair Woman and MR. MAFIA
AUNTY DON'T GO

"Now tell me, which mafia clan sent you into my house and disturbed my family? Do not carelessly play with me," said Aiden still with his gun that has now touched the forehead of Fressia.

Fressia's body was already shaking at this moment, let alone looking at the firearm pointed at her. A memory goes back into his head. The screams of Daddy and Mommy seemed to sound so clear in Fressia's ears.

"Daddy!"

Grey, who had just entered after picking up some files he had placed in the car, placed them on the sofa and approached Aiden slowly.

It was seen that his superior was already overpowered by anger and his mind was already fogged with vengeance. Even the screams from Tristan who saw the incident were ignored.

When Aiden was a little off guard and loosened his grip on the weapon he was holding, Grey pressed Aiden's lower arm to point it upwards, if necessary to throw it.

However, Aiden had pressed the trigger until the sound of gunfire was heard inside Aiden Residence.

"Ohhhh!!!" fressia shouted and then fell unconscious.

"Yes!"

Grey pulls Aiden away from Fressia, "Master, don't do that."

"Take me off, Grey! I'm not gonna let him hang around here and disturb my family."

Tristan who was still beside Fressia was also seen crying as he pleased. It's getting Grey overwhelmed. Fortunately, there were a few servants. Grey enlists their help to take Fressia to her bedroom, while she takes Aiden away from there for a while.

Aiden, who was taken away by Grey, is still trying to escape. He just kept fighting Grey's cheats.

"Take me off, Grey! Or I'll fire you!" shouted Aiden who was indeed filled with anger and unbearable emotions.

"Conscious, Sir! There's not only you with Miss Fressia, but Tristan as well. He sees everything and he can be traumatized by seeing what you do" Grey reminded his boss.

Aiden sat in the living room soda. A waiter came and brought a cup of warm tea that Grey had asked for.

"Thank you" Grey told the waiter.

"Drink first, sir," said Grey.

Aiden sighed softly, then took the cup of tea that had been brought. He sipped the tea and took a deep breath.

"I want to go back to New York first, Grey," Aiden said.

"Good, Sir. We'll go right away."

"Stay watch over him. Don't let him go anywhere. I don't want to lose track of our enemy. Find out everything about him, not to be left behind a single piece of information," Aiden ordered.

"Good, Sir."

"Prepare also the guards here to keep an eye on Tristan. I don't want that woman to hurt Tristan."

Grey has all the words of Aiden. At least his boss was calmer. Grey also contacts Ivander to take back the leadership of Anlee Group in Washington during Aiden's time in New York. In addition, he asked Ivander to find out all the information about Fressia.

*****

Fressia who was laid in her bedroom, got help from a middle-aged female servant. He helped the nanny of his employer's son to quickly wake up.

"Fre," called the woman while continuing to shake a pinch of cloth that had been given alcohol, in front of Fressia's nostril.

"Calm down, calm down" said the middle-aged maid as she rubbed Fressia's shoulder.

"I gotta get out of here, he's gonna kill me. Mr. Aiden is going to kill me Aunty. I have to get out of here, right away" said Fressia. But just now he wanted to get up from his bed his head felt a great pain, to make him sit back and be silent for a while.

The middle-aged woman rubbed Fressia's back and once again calmed her down, "don't rush, you're still not well."

"But I need to get out of here, Aunty. Mr. Aiden has threatened me, even put his gun here" Fressia said, pointing at her forehead. Her tears flowed and her body trembled. He could still feel the screams as well as the sharp glare Aiden gave him.

"Do you feel you've made a mistake?" Fressia shook her head. He did make a mistake, which was not able to keep Tristan yesterday. But besides, he did nothing as Aiden accused him of.

"I'm scared, Aunty. What if Mr. Aiden does it again?" ask Fressia.

"will not. Mr. Aiden seemed to be just being emotional, especially when he heard Tristan was kidnapped yesterday. Aunty hopes you can understand her attitude. Aunty knows very well, she loves Tristan so much, she's so afraid of losing him."

"Tristan? Where is he?" Fressia remembers that before she was unconscious, she heard Tristan screaming for herself and Aiden.

"Tristan is in her room" replied the middle-aged female servant.

"Thank you, Aunty."

Fressia got up when she felt better. He moved his foot into Tristan's bedroom. He also looked to the right and to the left, he did not want to see Aiden again.

Czechk

Tristan's bedroom door opened and Fressia saw Tristan on the bed bending her legs and holding her. A servant was also beside him and tried to calm him down.

"Tris," call Fressia.

Tristan immediately turned his head when he heard the voice of the nanny he loved. The waiter guarding Tristan withdrew from there and let Tristan alone with Fressia.

"Yes!" tristan shouted, then moved from the top of the bed to approach Fressia.

Tristan hugged Fressia tightly. The face of worry that had been imprinted on Tristan's face had changed. He can smile, even though it is not too wide.

"Is Aunty still sick?" ask Tristan.

Fressia knelt down to align her body with Tristan's height. He smiled as he rubbed his foster child's hair.

"Aunty's okay, baby," replied Fressia who did not want Tristan to worry.

"I'm sorry Daddy, Aunty. I'm sorry on behalf of Daddy. Daddy must have been wrong and accidentally did that to Aunty" said Tristan, who re-embraced Fressia.

Fressia could hear the soft sound of a sobbing from behind her body. He knew that Tristan was crying right now. Fressia again rubbed Tristan's back to calm the foster child.

"Honey, Aunty's sorry too because you have to see something like that. Forgive Aunty for not taking care of you" said Fressia.

"Aunty is wrong. Daddy was wrong. I'll scold Daddy."

"But baby, Daddy doesn't seem to like Aunty anymore. Aunty better get out of here, so as not to cause new problems" said Fressia.

"Aunty don't go! Aunty can't leave! If Aunty leaves, who will accompany me? My friends will make fun of me again. Especially at school only my hair is red and they say I'm not Daddy's son" Tristan said with a slight sob.

🧡 🧡 🧡