Vishnu texted Jerson only once and after that, Vishnu never contacted him again. Vishnu said that he would come back after he fixed some of his private issues but it had been weeks already and Vishnu didn’t come back yet. Jerson was worried. He tried finding Vishnu but to no avail.
He sighed and lay down on the couch. His apartment was full of memories with Vishnu making him miss his man more. He wished Vishnu would come back to him sooner.
To avoid getting bored, he scrolled his phone and saw Red's message. He opened it with his frowning face.
[Your grandfather is expecting you tonight at the estate. Make sure to come. —Red]
“I don’t want to miss Vishnu when he comes back, but I should attend the old man’s invitation,” Jerson whispered while looking at his phone. He sighed as he lazily got up. He took a quick bath.
If Vishnu chose him over anything, Jerson would be willing to leave everything he planned out. From his grandfather, his parents, and those who was the suspect in the attempted murder case. He would turn his back on everything and live peacefully with Vishnu.
And if Vishnu doesn’t choose him?
He didn't know. He couldn’t just imagine himself living without his man.
Jerson sighed. He took his cruiser’s key which Harvey delivered back as he requested. Everything remained the same except his overflowing feelings for Vishnu. It grows back and it just keeps on growing that it sometimes makes him flustered.
Jerson started the engine and readied himself to start his two hours drive-thru from his apartment to the Ferrer’s estate. Just thinking about two hours of driving on the road made him groan.
The road was peaceful. Everyone was having a peaceful life. A normal life he wished he had. An average life without any problems in his security. He wished to have a normal life with Vishnu.
A wish that would never come true. Jerson had a hunch that something big happened on Vishnu’s side and that's what he needed to find out because this might affect his relationship with Vishnu.
Jerson felt like years came by when he finally arrived at the Ferrer’s estate. Red was waiting for him at the main gate which was still 20 minutes away from the manor. A limousine was parked behind Red.
“My ass hurts driving my way here. You better compensate me for this,” Jerson complained.
“It seems like you already find yourself these past few months. Ask me to compensate you again after you hear what the Master has to say,” Red stated.
It was a hint that something big would foreordain to happen. Jerson furrowed his brows. “What do you mean?”
Red sighed. “Please get inside the car first. The Master will explain everything to you,” he said.
Jerson entered the car. He remained silent, thinking over what was bound to happen but he could not guess anything. He sighed in defeat.
“We’re here,” Red declared. The guards opened the door where Jerson was sitting.
Jerson immediately gets out of the car. The mansion made him look back at the time when he was so lost. The day they thought when Derrick died, they all pushed him away and blamed him for Derrick’s death. His grandfather was the person who embraced him when the world turned its back on him.
He sighed and scratched his neck. “How’s the old man doing?” he asked Red.
Red smiled. “The Master’s health was deteriorating. I hope you will not make any trouble, Young Master.”
They were walking on the pavement that looked exactly like before. Nothing much changed from the exterior and the interior design of the whole manor. Even the training ground, which was only 2 kilometers away from the mansion, hasn't changed.
Red led him to the dining room. There he saw his Grandfather, patiently waiting for him.
“You’re late, damn boy,” The Old Ferrer said.
Jerson laughed. “Still impatient, I see,” he said.
The old Ferrer remained the same. He looked at Jerson before wiping his mouth using the tissue placed on the table. “I believe you already know the Clientes Esclavos,” the old Ferrer stated.
Jerson nodded. “I saw it on a record where some sort of crimes were listed.”
The old man sighed. “Before I tell you everything regarding that, I have something to tell you first.” The old man sighed. “I heard you were trying to find your parents, Soviet.”
Jerson nodded.
The old Ferrer looked at Jerson and said, “Stop finding them. Your parents are dead, grandson.”
Jerson let out a loud laugh. “Is this some kind of a prank, old man? What are you saying?” Jerson snorted. “Stop this nonsense!”
The old Ferrer waved his hand. Red immediately walked near to Jerson and gave Jerson an envelope. “Open it,” the old man commanded.
Jerson obliged. He opened the envelope and what was uncovered inside the envelope broke his heart.
His parent's death certificate. The dead bodies. The cause of death. Everything that he needed to see to believe his grandfather's confession was true was compiled on the envelope like his grandfather knew he would not believe it. Jerson's crumpled everything. He couldn’t accept it.
According to the files, someone killed his parents. Jerson clenched his jaw. “Who is it?” he asked.
Seeing the anger building up, the old Ferrer sighed. He knew what Jerson was asking about. “The Oliveira couple were acquainted with your parents. They are, in fact, a great partner in business. But after Oliveira succumbed to the underworld, your parents also became a target. In the end, both of them died as they crossed the golden line.” Jerson gulped as the old Ferrer continued. “The Golden Line was the border that should never be crossed. The Oliveira couple knows no limit, and hence crossed that border and succumbed to darkness. Your parents as the famous partner meet the misfortune that the Oliveira couple made. That is when I discovered that the Oliveira couple included our whole family in their regard. That’s when Clientes Esclavos were built.”
Jerson couldn't react.
Oliveira.
There’s only one who owns such a remarkable name. It was Vishnu and Noah de Oliveira. The Oliveira family.
“Innocence wouldn’t be evaluated by how ignorant you are about a thing or two. Once your name is involved, you will never be considered noble again. Your name will be tainted by thy dirty mouth. Your opinion wouldn’t be valued. In the eyes of the mass, you are no longer innocent and noble. You are as dirty as their foul-mouthed self no matter how innocent you are.” The old Ferrer waved his hand again.
Red who was standing beside Jerson gave Jerson again a folder. “Clientes Esclavos, as its name suggested, was its literal meaning. We became the clients of that disgusting business because of Oliveira and that is where Derrick came from. Time passed by, and the owner of that business died, he gave his business to my grandson. That is you, Soviet Kierson Ferrer, the current owner of Clientes Esclavos.”