The Son-in-law's Revenge

Chapter 7

They alighted the plane a little over four hours later. A Porsche was waiting for them at the airport when they arrived.

Ethan caressed the car lovingly before entering. He was extremely nervous, he was going to finally meet his parents after what feels like years or forever.

"What are they like?" Ethan asked.

"Beautiful souls, kind, warm and good parents." Ethan nods.

Drogo stops in a open field, it resembled a park.

"Come on." Drogo alighted the car, "Let's go meet Mr and Mrs Belinsky. "

Ethan alighted and scanned his environment, looking for any sign of life or his parents. The place was silent instead.

Drogo led the way and eventually stopped in front of two headstones.

Ethan stared at the headstones, an unfamiliar emotion coursing through him, almost similar to rage.

"They are dead." He said matter of factly.

"Two days after you left. " Drogo explained, "They killed them too."

"Where were you?" Ethan blurted out before he could stop himself.

"Your father sent me on an errand and also find out if you are safe because we didn't hear back from you which was unusual."

"How were they?" Ethan asked.

"They loved you." Drogo smiled wistfully, "please forgive me for not staying back." Drogo knelt, with his head bowed, "I want to find justice for them, but I can't do anything without your help."

"We'll fund justice for them." Ethan said strongly, "I believe you." He added.

They left the park and sat in a doughnut shop opposite it.

Even though Ethan believed Drogo now, he still needs to recover his memories. That's the only way he can get his parents the justice they deserve.

Filled with resolve, Ethan took out his medication to use but it was snatched by Drogo.

"This medicine isn't working, according to the doctor you should have fragments of your memory now. I think we should get you a stronger dose. There is a pharmacy few meters away."

Without waiting for a response, Drogo left the shop and carried with him a box of doughnuts.

True to his words, the pharmacy was near.

The pharmacist grabbed the pills from Drogo a bit aggressively, opened it and frowned.

"It's different." She muttered.

"What different?" Ethan queried.

The pills is different from the prescription, I think someone is tampering with your pills.

"Isabel." Ethan snarled, clenching his fists. Why did she tamper with his pills, to slave him forever??

"He needs a stronger dose." Drogo broke the silence.

"While I suggest his memories should come to him naturally, I'll just give you a mild but effective pills to speed the process." The pharmacist said and gave them another dose.

Ethan collects it absent-mindedly, still angry Isabel tampered with his dose.

"I need to go back to Idaho." Ethan muttered.

"Sure." Drogo mumbled and led them back to the car.

Soon, they were on their way back to Ethan's house. Before Drogo dropped him off, he made Ethan promise to check out a restaurant in the heart of the city.

"I know I promised to visit the restaurant but is there any specific reason you insisted?" Ethan asked as the car stopped few blocks away from his house.

Drogo wriggled his eyebrows, "Does an owner needs an invitation to visit his restaurant?"

Ethan shook his head in disbelief, "this is getting overwhelming, can you tune it down?"

"Of course." Drogo winked, "I'm sure your in laws will br shocked when they find out who you are. "

Ethan raised a finger up, "We are not revealing my identity yet and no one is visiting!"

Drogo narrowed his eyes at Ethan, "How did you know I was going to suggest that?"

Ethan shrugged then glared at Drogo sternly, "I mean it."

"Okay young master. " Drogo did a small salute.

"And no public visitation too." Ethan added and alighted the car without waiting for Drogo's response.

When Ethan entered, he found Isabel on the couch shaking her feet.

"You are back!" She exclaimed when she saw him.

Ethan searched her eyes for a sign of mischief.

She seemed sincere, he noted. Was she really worried about him? This would be the first time.

"How come?" She probed further.

"How come what?" Ethan frowned, genuinely confused. He couldn't tell if it was one of her tricks or she's being serious.

She huffed and crossed her arms, "Perhaps, they saw how worthless you are."

"I don't understand." Ethan's frown deepened as he watched his wife.

"Weren't you abducted by a huge tattooed man? I was really waiting for your ransom call. I was so curious on the amount they would call." She chuckled dryly, then her expression darkened almost instantly, "if you weren't kidnapped, where were you then?"

"I went for a walk after showing the tattooed man to the correct house." Ethan lied.

"You are not lying are you?" Isabel asked, watching her husband. He wasn't squirming under her penetrating gaze, which has to mean he is saying the truth and wasn't on a lunch date with the brat from Smith family.

Ethan paused, wondering if she saw through his facade. He was still angry she switched his dose. He debated internally if he should confront her or not.

Deciding he is too tired to have an argument, Ethan concluded otherwise.

"Fine." Isabel said suddenly, "You look tired, you should go to bed. It's the only place that accepts you for who you are."

Ethan nodded briskly and disappeared down the hallway to his room.

He collapses on his bed tiredly, so many thoughts ran through is head but the one that rang was, "He is the son of the richest man in the country." Which meant, if he wants to divorce Isabel, he can do so without so much as batting an eye.

It all felt too surreal to be real.

He opened his new medication and popped a pill down this throat.

"This had better work quickly." He thought as he swallowed the pill and fell asleep almost instantly.

In the living room, Isabel had a journal in front of her beside a short note where she jotted down ideas on how to avoid the divorce.

In the journal, she wrote. "Day 100 since he woke up and Day 286 since the accident. He doesn't remember anything yet. The pill is working. "