Two weeks later, Isabella was back home, hale and hearty. Darian didn't want to stall anymore, so he organised a mini-meeting between himself, Isabella and Lena. He organised the meeting to discuss about himself with Isabella, and reveal the whole truth to her.

Lena crouched next to Isabella, their eyes were on Darian. He smiled, clearing his throat as he initiated the discussion.

"I hope you feel better?" He asked Isabella.

She wavered to the side, placing her hand on her chest to check if he was talking to her.

"Yes," Darian nodded his head.

"Oh, I see." Isabella leaned her back on the couch and looked at Lena who was encouraging her to speak out loudly. "I am fine, I am just surprised that you care about me. Since when did you start to care about me?" She asked, smiling.

Darian pressed his lips together and said nothing. "I called you here to let you know some things about the past. Things you probably don't even know happened before."

"And what are those?" Isabella's voice boomed with eagerness. She squinted her eyebrows, waiting for Darian to deliver.

Lena already knew what Darian was about to discuss. She looked at Isabella and went back to Darian. Smiling, she heaved a sigh and shook her head.

"Do you want me to excuse you? I think this should be between you two." She looked at her husband.

"Sit, Lena. I want you here with me." He declared and she nodded her head in understanding. "My father is Raymond." He began, not looking at any of the women. "But I don't know who my mother was," Darian told Isabella.

"Raymond is your father?" Isabella's jaw stopped.

"Yes, Raymond Dawson was my father. And I wanted to see my mother but she never showed up once. I was mad, so mad I wanted to stop hoping she'd come back for me someday."

The story sounded similar to something Isabella knew about. She shifted on the chair she was seated on and tried to wrap her head around what Darian was saying. If Raymond was his father and Darian hated his mother for abandoning him, then there must be a sort of connection between her and Darian.

"What else happened after that?" She asked, patiently listening to Darian as he continued with his story.

"A lot happened, a whole lot that almost destroyed my life. My father hated to see me around because I look so much like the woman he first loved." Darian chuckled and shook his head. "He maltreated me, never made me happy until he was dying." Tears formed in the corner of her eyes but she held back with a charming smile.

"He only thought about how harshly and bad he had been to me only when he was about to die."

Lena left where she was seated to sit close to Darian, she took his hand and rubbed her hand on his back to calm him down.

"I am here, Darian." She smiled, kissing his cheeks. He returned the kiss to her.

"Thank you," he gave her fingers a slight squeeze, basking in her warmth immediately after she sat close to him. "He never told me who my mother was, I couldn't ask anyone too because he was trying to protect her."

"Darian," Isabella dubbed sadly. "This man you are talking about. How was he able to do things by himself?"

"He became completely useless, he promised the Mafia that he would never be crowned Don because of what they made him do.

"Darian, I have a similar case with Raymond."

"No, you don't need a similar one because this story is yours, Isabella," Lena said, backing Isabella.

"How?" Isabella was dead confused.

"I am surprised that you can't even figure out who and what I am even when I am standing right in front of you." Darian smiled. "Raymond Dawson, the one you fell in love with, was my father who hated me so much because he couldn't stay with the woman he loved."

"Are you trying to say that?"

"Yes I am," Darian rose to his feet. "I hate to say this, I hate to say that I searched for you because I just wanted to see what you look like and now we are together, you can't recognize me."

"What are you talking about?"

"I am Darian Dawson, the baby you handed to his father before leaving, many years ago."

"You are my son?" Isabella's jaw dropped again. Her chest beat loudly against her chest as she stared at Darian.

"I won't admit to that yet." Darian shook his fingers in repulsion. "I am only telling you this because I feel this is the right thing for me to do. I have known about you for a while, and I made sure that I searched for you. After I found you, I didn't like the condition in which I met you. I don't know why I did that but I made sure to make you comfortable all in the name of an NGO."

"I was told I won the house, I had no idea you bought it for me."

Isabella got out of her seat and paced the living room. "After that you got very ill and I just wanted to make sure that you are fine even though I shouldn't be. I brought you home to live here with me."

"Isa, Darian is your son. Though hard to comprehend, that's where he's going."

"My son?" Isabella shared a knowing glance with Darian.

"I am not saying this because I want something from you. I am only telling you this because I feel you should know. Last month, you were in a coma and I prayed that you would recover so that I can tell you all that you need to know about me."

"I don't understand everything that you've talked about, Darian.

"I know you won't." He smiled at her. "But don't worry, there are ways to find out, soon, just very close to me.

Faithy💓