Chapter Twenty-Three:What Triggered His Memory?

It was a beautiful morning, with the sun so high up in the sky illuminating the serenity of the garden where Amrita was playing chess with Diego. She was really surprised for him to have suggested that, but that was because Diego couldn't handle the dull atmosphere in the family any longer.

Although he still got some sleeves up his arms for doing that, but then aunt Amrita has always treated him like her son, Irrespective of the difference in their character. So, he just couldn't stand seeing her this way because of Giovanni.

No one was at home, it was just him, her and of course his uncle who was at the condo making some business calls. He had decided to stay at home to look after his wife, but rather Diego was the one doing what he should have done.

Joanna wasn't at home, and he's thankful for that but as well worried because he didn't see her come down for breakfast, and his father wasn't bothered about it.

So, he could say that he had nothing to do, so spending time with his aunt was the only way to waste time and as well get vital information about Giovanni from her.

"Checkmate! It's over for you, Diego." Amrita said, giving it her all as a yelp left her lips seeing that she has won, Diego has a defeated look on his face and that made him slump back on the seat.

"Why can't i defeat you, Aunt Amrita? I'm sick of those games." Diego joked, no matter how hard they play this game since Giovanni left for the states that he kept her company, she had never lost in a game of chess to him.

"It won't be fair if i let you know my secret, all you have to do is continue being the loser you are, son." Amrita said, patting his back as Diego rolled his eyes, while she stood up.

"I will be back shortly." She patted his shoulder, to which he affirmed to her words before she left for her room.

The moment she left, the front door opened and in walked Giovanni, who didn't look like he gives a care that he's been shutting everyone out, including his own mother for reasons only known to him.

"You are back." Diego said with a pretentious smile, standing up to acknowledge his presence. But Giovanni paid him no homage, if anything he didn't act as if it was a human being that was talking to him, and Diego's hand was left hanging in the air as Giovanni walked passed him.

Diego scoffed.

That was the problem he has with him, he's nothing but a pompous brat who acts as if everything resolved around him. But he knew that that was the truth, the motherfucker knew that no matter how long he continue acting this way, it wouldn't change Grandpa's mind about handling the company over to him.

He was loved for being him, but he couldn't see anything special about him for everyone to be talking about him every single day. It was torture to him hearing everyone bask in his glory when he came back home, and it was hard to live with people who doesn't notice how important he was to this household more than the stupid Giovanni.

Without trying to let any of his actions antagonize him more, he left the sitting room. He's no longer interested in playing chess with aunt Amrita.

Meanwhile, when Giovanni finally found his father in the condo, the look he had on his face made Edward cut the call short, promising to call the person soon.

"You are home, until when did…." Edward said with a smile on his face, he was acting as if he wasn't the reason why he left in the first place and came close to touch his shoulder, but then Giovanni's next question made his hands still on the air, and the smile on his lips turned into a frown.

"Whay did you do with his body? Six years ago, that man who saved me?" Giovanni asked, he watched the way annoyance ran across his father's face hearing him ask him about what he had kept a secret.

"Are you against me or what, Giovanni?" Edward asked, moving away to stand straight to look at his son.

 He remembered!

The doctor who had checked him out after that incident years ago, had told him that due to the shock of the incident. He has a slight amnesia about it, after he has woked up the next day asking him what had happened yesterday.

He was happy, including his father that his memory was gone. That he was refusing to think back about that had memory, so everything that happened that night died that night.

But how?

Why did he remember that ugly incident all of a sudden?

What triggered him to remember that night, and the man?

But whatever it is that he remembered, Edward has vowed to keep everything in the past and not even Giovanni would make him talk about that had happened.

But what he didn't see coming was his son taking this serious.

"Answer me!" Giovanni yelled, making Edward's eyes to widen." Tell me you took care of him, that you gave him a befitting burial and helped his family for the loss that i caused them. Answer me, dad." Giovanni yelled, tears prickling at the corners of his eyes because watching his father right now, confirmed his suspicion that he didn't do any of what he thought he did.

Edward didn't like the way he was shouting, and if care is not taken Giovanni would ruin his future with the way he's acting like a kid. Does he not know that he's going to implicate not jus  himself but him too because he's an accomplice for disposing of the body?

He grabbed Giovanni's face, " Listen to me, son.."

But he pushed him away, refusing to listen to any fucked up story he might cook up and try to make him believe it." I'm going to go to the cops, to tell them the truth." 

The moment those words left Giovanni's lips, Edward grabbed him by his arm harshly."You will do no such thing Giovanni, you will listen to.."

"Giovanni, is that you?" Amrita's voice cut their intense discussion and Giovanni used that distraction to jerk his hand from his body before walking past him and his mother too.

"My baby…" Amrita cried, looking at his departing figure." What's wrong with him, Edward, why does he choose to hurt me?" Amrita asked her husband.

"It's nothing, sweetheart. He's just trying to make up for times he missed here." Edward said, hugging his wife who tried going after Giovanni, but he held her.

Giovanni might tell his mother about that night, and doing that wouldn't look good, not at all. Rather, he was thinking of better ways of bringing him to his senses before he ruins them all.