Chapter 42

Third-Person POV Felicity went back to his room and immediately looked for his cellular phone inside his bag. When he found it, he immediately dialed a number, and after a few rings, someone who seemed to have just woken up answered on the other line. "Are you busy today?" Felicity asked, he didn't want to waste more time and wanted to jump into the real purpose of why he called him. 'N-no, not today. I'm planning to visit my nephews—but that can wait until the afternoon," Quintin answered while stretching his body before sitting down on the side of his bed and checking the time on his watch. "Oh, great." Felicity sighed. "Elyana is going to the mall today. Now that we finally confirmed Lucas is stalking her, we can't ensure her safety," the matchmaker continued. "Don't worry about that, I know people who can help us make sure she will be safe," Quintin assured him. "I will leave it to you then. Don't forget to update me. I'll be in my office," Felicity responded, and he ended the call right after hearing Quintin's last reply. Quintin brushed his face using both hands. He felt frustrated, but not because the matchmaker asked him a favor. Elyana's ex-husband and his so-called rival since then is getting on his nerves. Some plans came to his mind about what would be good to do and first was to catch his dog and make him confess their intentions on why they had been following Elyana. He went straight to the bathroom and took off his boxer shorts before entering the shower area. His mind was preoccupied with ideas and weighing which was the right course of action among them because his annoyance with Lucas was eating all his patience giving him thought of one blow on the face for him to stop bothering Elyana. As the water poured down his body, he was slightly shocked because he forgot to turn on the heater. The cold water that poured out shocked all his nerves. He admitted it was a great help. His whole spirit was shaken and he was able to think properly. After that quick shower, he put on a comfortable pair of clothes. Not his typical office clothes of coat and tie. He was certain that day would be a tiring day for him and didn't want to put a stain of violence on any of his expensive coats if anything occurred. He was all set and ready to go. He went out of his room with only his cellular phone, car keys, and wallet. His hair was still wet, but he just let it be because it would dry easily. After all, his new hairstyle was thin and close to semi-bald but not too far from his old haircut. "Good morning, Dad!" Quintin accidentally bumped into his father when he walked out of the room. The gentleman couldn't help but be surprised to see his son awake and dressed at that particular hour. "Good morning," his father answered, frowning at him. His father's eyes traveled from his head to his toe, observing everything and concluding that Quintin had something so important to appear in front of him that morning. He was sure he wouldn't be going jogging or to the gym because he was wearing jeans and a plain maroon tee. "Where are you going this early, young man?" the gentleman inquired. Afraid Quintin would leave already and he wouldn't be able to ask him where he was heading. "I'm going to meet someone." Quintin formally answered, who was currently sliding his wallet in the back pocket when his father spoke and he got interrupted. The old man curiously went up. The word someone made him smile secretly while concluding there was a huge possibility that it was a woman. 'This early?" The old Generoso tried his best to hide his excitement. "Yes," Quintin replied, accompanied by a nod, but when he witnessed how much the expression on his father's face changed from serious to ecstatic, his forehead wrinkled. "Are you seriously dating now, son? Are you going to give me many grandchildren soon?" he asked in rapid succession. The joy was evident in his tone of voice, making Quintin almost laugh at his father's enthusiastic appearance. He couldn't help, but feel sad for him because what he was about to say would certainly kill the good mood. "Sorry to disappoint you, Pa, but she's just my friend." As expected, the gentleman's shoulders dropped quickly with what Quintin said. He didn't say a word and walked passed him like a zombie without any care of looking back again white blabbering that his son was an idiot. Quintin just scratched his head while he chased to get rid of even the slightest bit of sadness and frustration he was feeling, placing his arm up to his father's shoulder and putting his lip close enough to his father's ear. 'Don't worry, Pa, I already found the one. Not this one I'm going to meet but later—I will introduce her to you," he whispered, however, the gentleman didn't believe him. 'I will only believe once she's indeed right in front of me, Quintin," the old man uttered, removing his son arm's on his shoulder and continuing to his pace. "Oh no, the old man is sulking!" Quintin teasingly yelled. He wasn't expecting his dad would take that seriously. His father heard what he yelled, he turned back to face him looking more serious this moment. The disappointment was still evident in his eyes. He wanted to give up on lecturing his son for a long time, but he was afraid he would grow old all alone without experiencing the kind of love he had shared with his late wife. "Even though I'm old, at least I stayed loyal to your mom, and unlike you, who is about to become a senior in a few years, and yet, you haven't taken any women seriously in your whole damn sad life!" Quintin found his father's words offending and with that—he wasn't done yet. 'I've felt real love from a real woman. I didn't play with anyone's heart. Your mother was one in a million, Quintin, and what I only want is for you to find somebody who would love you the same—" The old man suddenly became emotional in this part which was why he decided to cut his speech, leaving Quintin in deep silence. Quintin felt defeated. His father's words—although not meant to offend always never failed to cut him and leave him speechless. He let out a heavy sigh as he watched his old man disappear from his sight. He left before getting stuck in traffic. The mall where Elyana would go to was a bit far from their house. While on the road, Quintin remembered what he intended to do that day. He lost his mind because of his father. He called a number using the voice command in his high-tech car and a trustworthy friend answered. "I need some of your men, man." He didn't hesitate anymore and directly told his friend what he wanted. 'Been awhile! How many do you need?" "I only need two of them," Quintn quickly answered. "Hunting day today? Who is this man pissing you off?" 'Just some old friend. I will tell you in detail when I visit," Quintin replied. 'Sounds exciting! Can I come too? It had been boring lately; no one makes my blood come alive—" 'What did you say? Do you want me to boil you alive?" Quintin heard an angry woman's voice from the background, making the person Quintin was talking to quickly retract what he had said and they both just laughed. "Thanks, man. Maybe next time you can join us," Quintin told him after laughing with him. "Anytime! And I'll be looking forward to that," the person on the other line answered. As Quintin ended the call, Quintin's thoughts went back to Elyana. He could understand how worried Felicity was after knowing his best friend was being stalked by her ex-husband. It frustrated them both because Elyana had been doing okay lately. He no longer should care about what Elyana did daily, or who her companions were and where she had been going. For him to witness what Elyana had been through—he couldn't bear to see that man hurt her again, especially if there was something that could be done to stop whatever its true purpose was. 'In our dead body, Wilhelm," he murmured as he tightened his grip on the steering wheel and stepped on the accelerator.