THE WIDOW BED NEXT TO MY HOUSE
Chapter 52. Vika is my daughter!

Accordance with the meeting point. Andreas had already arrived at the cafe where James was talking about earlier on the phone. After parking his car, Andreas walked towards the cafe. Without waiting for a long time, Andreas immediately found James sitting casually at one of the tables in the sidewalk cafe.

“What is this Mr James?” andreas asked hurriedly after arriving at the table.

With a line of smiles, James extended his hand to the chair in front of him.

“Do not rush, just relax. Please sit down first, and order food or coffee that you want,” said James offer calmly.

Not wanting to lose self-esteem as a conglomerate filled with dignity, Andreas repeatedly took a deep breath. Then he tried to tell her the food and drink he wanted. After that, James ordered food and drinks according to Andreas' wishes.

15 Minutes later Andreas' order finally arrived. James told Andreas to enjoy his coffee order. However, Andreas looked impatient, he immediately opened his mouth, asking harshly.

“Quick, tell me what you know about Vika. Why also do you withdraw shares from my company unilaterally without my consent, and just threaten my Secretary?”

“Yes, be patient about why Mr. Andreas. I'll say everything slowly. Therefore, I want you to be calm enough and follow my words so that we can start the discussion,” said James remained calm. Though in his heart, he desperately wanted to kill this man before him.

“Ck,” decak Andreas again sipped his warm coffee, then leaned his body into the back of the chair.

“Begini mr Andreas. Vika, your deceased daughter is my daughter!” james said that made Andreas' entire body stiffen.

“A-what? Pu-daughter sir James?”

“Yes, your mistress who is now your wife is my ex-wife. You could say you're not an ex! Because Anissa at that time ran away carrying all my possessions, and my future child in her womb, without me saying the word ‘TALAK’. Then, somehow it could be that the child becomes the result of your relationship? You should also think brain pack. Look, does Vika look like you? Have you never asked Anissa to do an examination, confirming that Vika is really your child or not! Oh, Of course it is impossible to want you to spend money on such a thing!” chirp James pulled out half the reality.

Andreas heard him instantly speechless like a fool. Totally out of reason, and out of her wits if Anissa looks so perfectly fooled herself. So stupid of him, did not care about whether Vika was really his son or someone else's child. Because back then in Andrew's mind only, money, treasures, beauty, and heaven of the world.

“You must be lying!” andreas said while pounding the table, making the visitors turn towards him. James calmed him down.

“Be calm first Mr. Andreas, do not let out your anger here. Who knows among the visitors there is one of the journalists sneak to follow you,” whispered James made Andreas immediately turned his head towards the visitors.

“Ck,” decak Andreas back.

Wanting to make sure that he was the real Papa of Vika, James took out some papers examining him and Vika in front of Andreas. Andreas takes the piece of paper, examines it, and how shocked he is, it turns out that Vika is really James's biological child, not his biological child.

“Do you not know if I have met Vika several times accidentally in school? Oh, I guess of course I never know. Mr. Andreas and his wife named Anissa was always super busy so often forget the late Vika who always waited to be picked up after school in front of the school gate and his tutoring. When I get a good opportunity like that I use to take a strand of the late Vika hair,” explained James at length.

“Damn it! How could the woman repeatedly forget her duties as a mother. It is fitting that Vika was kidnapped and killed, it turns out that Vika has become the target of the kidnapper,” muttered Andreas believes.

Hearing Andreas' murmur, James was delighted, and he again incited Andreas to hate Anissa.

“In my opinion, the case of the abduction of the late Vika is odd. Didn't you realize that?” James is back to poisoning Andreas' mind.

“Truely, I wonder why the kidnappers did not ask for ransom or threaten anything?” murmuring Andreas confirmed, James heard him nod with a line of triumphant smiles.

Not James by name, if the plan doesn't work. James again added the story in Andreas' bad mind.

“Well, why are you only now aware? Most likely, the kidnapping of Vika and the killing of Vika has something to do with Anissa. Bad women who have cheated a lot of business people. But, hiks...hiks! Why should my daughter be the victim of their revenge. Today's 10-year-old innocent girl, tomorrow? Is tomorrow Mr. Andreas who will be targeted by them. There will probably be one woman crying in the hospital. I'm sure the soft-hearted Miss Siska will cry hysterically. Where Miss Siska no longer has both parents or brothers on this earth. Hiks!” james's drama was as if he was truly sad given Fransiska's fate.

Andreas' face instantly turned pale.

“I am divorced with Fransiska, and chances are the disabled woman will never cry for my departure,” Andreas said.

“Oh yes? That's why I want to marry the handicapped widow. Even though it's disabled, the engine and movement are still good, right?” james asked as if he had not thought.

“Too narrow, I don't like. Take the disabled woman, because I do not like imperfect women,” Andreas said casually.

James raised his eyebrows, then stared fixedly at Andreas' flat face.

“Because my daughter, Vika has passed away, then the stock investment that I have planted in your company, I will take back. No, not the whole. I'll leave some money there as a sign of my gratitude since you've taken the trouble of hiring some experts of the profession, and buried Vika without any affection. One more thing, there is a message from a woman who wants to meet you. Beautiful lady has shady eyes it wants to say something this afternoon to you. So, I invite master Andreas to lunch in my more magnificent home of master Andreas! See you,” said James then left with wide strides leaving Andreas, still sitting with a face looking angry.

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