The Mystery of Lost Memory
New Truth

Paul's determination this time was round. Holding a file in his right hand, accompanied by Lukman's assistant, Paul came to Sophie's residence this morning. There was no relaxed look on his face. There was only tension, as if it was ready to be spewed out in front of Sophie's face in the first second they faced.

Sophie was casually drinking her chrysanthemum tea, when Paul broke in. Sophie looked calm, like she was waiting for Paul to arrive. Without waiting for long, Paul throws the file in his hand at Sophie's desk. His face was a victory.

"Let's get a divorce. Diego's my real son," Paul pointed to the file, hinting Sophie to open it.

Sophie calmly opened the file, began to read one word at a time about the results of DNA tests on Diego Willis, the Sierra boy. Sophie then returned a fed-up look from Paul to her, with a smile full of intent.

"Are you sure you want to divorce me?" ask Sophie.

Before long, one of Sophie's servants walked into the study, served chrysanthemum tea and dessert in front of Paul. Sophie invited Paul to sit down.

"I'm tired of fighting with you. Let's talk carefully," Sophie asked.

Paul's breath was still up and down full of emotion. But Sophie's calm reply, made the rumble in Paul's chest slowly begin to slow down. She agrees to sit on the large sofa provided in Sophie's study.

"We should be separated. Decades of theatrical life are exhausting, Sophie" Paul said slowly.

Sophie smile. "Isn't high-class life like ours exhausting? I married you to protect my family's reputation. So do you,"

"But your actions bring Martin outrageous. You want me to support a child who's definitely not my flesh and blood,"

"You sure?" Sophie looked at Paul with a cunning grin.

Paul frowned confused by Sophie's response. "We never even touched each other,"

Sophie sipped her chrysanthemum tea which was running out. "What if Martin is your real son?"

Paul laughed off. "Stop lying to me, Sophie! Anyone knows, there's no way two people who have never been in a relationship can ever produce a child," Paul's heartache began to get upset.

Unexpectedly, Sophie laughed along. He stood up, approaching Paul.

"What if in your drunken condition, I come and force you to plant a seed on my body? Are you sure you can come to your senses in your ever-severe drunken state?"

The laughter on Paul's face faded. Sophie certainly knows Paul's bad habits when drunk. The old man would be completely unconscious about his actions, even the next day when he woke up. Paul could forget anything when he was drunk.

Sophie looked satisfied seeing Paul's change of expression. He felt like he won this time.

"Don't trick me again. I checked Martin's DNA once, and he's not my son at all" Paul refused to be incited. He snatched a cup of tea in front of him to temper his emotions.

Sophie still smiled cunningly. "You know, I can do everything if I want to. Don't you think I'm swapping your test results?"

"Stop talking crazy, Sophie!!" snapped Paul.

Sophie was more than happy to get a response from Paul. He even seemed very excited.

"Mara?" lantang. "What about Tamara? Didn't your lover bear a child from you?"

Paul's eyeballs widened when Sophie mentioned one name, Tamara. There was a pain in her heart when Sophie plainly tried to extract the old wound that was desperately buried by Paul.

"The boy is dead" said Paul.

Sophie raised her chin, still walking back and forth in front of Paul.

"You sure the boy's dead?" ask Sophie.

Paul nodded with a face that turned sad.

Paul shook his head, closing his eyes. "I can't possibly see it,"

The atmosphere that enveloped the two of them was suddenly sad, but it suddenly collapsed when Sophie suddenly laughed boomingly. Like a witch who had just managed to cast her spell.

"You're a stupid man, Paul. Stupid guy who always marries poor women" Sophie mocked.

Paul's gaze sharpened, about to reply to Sophie. But the woman pointed her index finger at the lips, hinting Paul to be silent. Then he rushed to grab the file he had stored in the desk drawer. Sophie immediately gave the file to Paul who thoughtlessly opened it.

There Paul could read, the results of DNA tests on behalf of Martin Willis and himself, whose final results showed a figure of 99.8%, meaning their match was almost perfect.

Paul's hand suddenly went limp for a moment. He didn't even realize the file had already floated down from his grasp. Paul tries to think positively. He looked at Sophie lightly.

"It's easy for you to pay someone to fake all this" Paul argued.

Sophie shrugged her shoulders. "Please prove. Prove anything. Anything that can convince you, that this evidence is genuine,"

Paul shook his head, glaring sharply while pointing the finger at Sophie.

"You ... " He couldn't even continue his words. "Lukman!!" Then he shouted to the assistant.

"Take the file, and investigate right now!!" paul snapped, pointing at the file that fell under his feet.

Lukman rushes to the dossier, and leaves immediately to leave the tension between Paul and Sophie.

Still with his sharp gaze, Paul approached Sophie. He pulled Sophie's collar full of wrath.

"If the file proves to be true, then I will ... "

"What will?" sambar Sophie, challenge. "You can't just divorce me, Paul,"

Paul almost landed his slap on Sophie's cheek as if impatiently accepting the violence. But luckily, Paul's common sense still works pretty sanely. He can't fight Sophie with violence.

"What's your aim? Why are you doing all this?" lick Paul, don't understand all the cunning tricks Sophie's planning.

"Master?" Lukman walked into the room, carefully calling his master.

"Hows it? Have you confirmed its authenticity?" ask Paul impatiently.

Lukman looked at Paul and Sophie in turn. He looked very hesitant to speak, given the pressure that was impinging on his back. But Paul couldn't wait long. He kept urging Lukman to talk.

"Sorry, sir,"

"Continue! Don't make me wait!"

Lukman bit his lips. "This file is genuine, sir. Mr. Martin .. is really Mr.'s biological son" Lukman replied.

"Haha!!" Sophie laughs, triumphant. "Campus you, Paul! You're a stupid man, you can't divorce me" he laughed.

Unlike Sophie who likes to almost clap her hands, Paul is frozen. His legs seemed limp, unable to support his body to tremble.

Sophie walked over, whispering in Paul's ear that looked still in shock.

"Thirty years more, you treat your own son like an enemy. You know how much he hates you right now" whispered Sophie, grinning triumphantly.