Fifteen years later...

It has been three days and the whole country still  mourns the death of Trusk's first son, Andre Trusk who died in a car accident on Tuesday. According to sources, Mr Trusk was returning back home from an event with his fiancé when his car was stumbled over a hill. It happened that he was drunk and according to his fiancé, who is also a member of the Atian community, insisted on driving. The whole world mourns this great loss and we would not forget how much of a great man Andre Trusk was, a kind man. A man of the people. But the main question still doesn't change. What really happened in the car? Did Andre Trusk really insist on driving or was it all just a story to hide the real truth?
My name is Anita Rovers, JJS news.

The television went off.

"Mr Trusk?"
The chauffeur called looking through the rear view mirror so he could see his face clearly from the driver's seat.

"We're home."

Angelo slowly lowered the newspaper in his hands, folded them and dropped them beside him. He drew a deep breath, adjusting his tie. He picked up his champagne flute and emptied it as fast as he could just as the door to the limousine slowly opened.

"Welcome home sir Angelo." The butler was waiting outside already.

"Morris."

Angelo wanted to return the kind smile in the old butler's face but he just couldn't. Ever since the news about Andre's death, he found it really hard to smile. It was the first time, his first time coming back there. Coming back home and he wished it didn't have to be because the first born of the house was dead. He slowly got down from the car.

Nothing had changed at all. Everything still felt the same, looked the same.

"How was your trip back sir?"

"Splendid, Morris."
He took a deep breath, looking around. Fifteen years didn't feel so long after all. It felt like yesterday.

The cupid angel fountain still looked beautiful.
Angelo turned to the top window on the large house. It was just like before, just like his first day. He drew a deep breath narrowing his gaze on the figure that approached the window. There was someone standing there. Angelo could not see exactly who it was but he was sure it wasn't Juliana.

"Please take Mr Trusk's things in gently." He heard Morris tell the maids as they walked briskly to the car.

"Who is that?"
Angelo asked not taking his eyes away from the window. Morris looked too.

"Well sir, that's Miss Annabelle Storm, she was your brother's fiancé. She's going to be staying with us for a while longer."

Fiance huh?

Anna watched as Angelo took his time to straighten the jacket of his bright blue tuxedo.

"Miss Anna," Anna's attention didn't shake even as the maid walked closer.
"The chairman wants you to join the family downstairs for dinner later."

She didn't blink. Anna had her whole attention on the elegantly dressed man that had just arrived.

"Is that him?" She asked with her eyes still glued on Angelo.

The maid smiled.
"He's handsome isn't he?"

Anna exhaled.
"How come no one talks much about him?"

"Because its forbidden. Mrs Juliana forbids anyone to talk about him here."

"Why? Because he's illegitimate?"

"She never really liked him. That was why she made the chairman send him away for so long. His real mother was killed by an Atian. One of your kind. He doesn't talk much and doesn't really smile much either."

Anna frowned. She slowly turned, tucking her hair behind her ears. She forced a smile on her bright face.

"Would he be joining us for dinner tonight?"

"It's a family dinner so he should. The chairman has an announcement to make today."

"An announcement?" Anna slowly turned back to the window. Angelo was walking inside the house in such valor .

"Welcome home sir Angelo."

"Thank you Nanny." Angelo told the lady, forcing a small smile on his face. He gave her his jacket.

"They are waiting for you in the living room."

Angelo held his breath as he walked down the long hall, following the butler as he led the way. They stopped in front of the huge glass door of the living room.

Morris gestured him to go in.

"Thank you." Angelo exhaled.
This was it. He had waited fifteen years for this moment. It was just so unfortunate that someone had to die before they wanted him home. He was so nervous.

There's nothing to be afraid of Angelo. You're not thirteen years anymore.
He told himself.
Angelo sighed and walked in.

"Angelo." Angelo stared at Michael as he walked briskly towards him with a huge smile on his face. He hugged Angelo quickly. "I've missed you so much brother." He let Angelo go. "Just look at you. You've changed so much, cleaned up well even for a bastard."

Angelo scoffed as Michael tugged his tie. Nothing had changed at all. Micheal still coated all his insults and hate towards him in huge smiles.

Angelo smirked.
"You don't look bad yourself Mike."

"That's what being around your family does to you doesn't it?" Michael gave him a pat on his shoulder.

"Look, I'm sorry I never called or visited. I was just too busy with school and life." Michael said.

"Of course."
Not that Angelo was expecting him to. No one ever did, not even Andre or his father. The moment he left, they all forgot about him. It was just a pity he wasn't able to see Andre one last time.

"Michael, stop being too nosy." He heard Juliana say. Angelo exhaled. He turned, walked in further and headed straight to the large couch where Juliana sat still sipping from her glass of red wine, her face concealed beneath a transparent black veil.

"Mother."
She scoffed and rolled her eyes.

Angelo turned to the wheel chair beside him. His father smiled warmly.
"Father." He held his father's hands and kissed them.

"It's good to see you home son."

"It's good to see you too father."

For someone who had terminal cancer, Nathan looked really strong. Too strong that anyone would think he wasn't sick at first sight.

They all turned at the sound of footsteps as Morris walked into the room with his hands joined together in front of him. He bowed.

"Sir," he looked at Nathan, "Madame." He looked at Juliana. "Sir Angelo and Michael, dinner is ready." He bowed. Nathan smiled at him.

"Angelo?" Angelo turned to his father. "Wheel me to the table son." Angelo nodded and then went behind him.

"Mother." Micheal reached for Juliana's hands as he helped her rise to her feet while she held on tight to her black veil. He led her out of the large living room.

Fifteen minutes later...

"Where is Anna?" Nathan asked one of the maids as she served his food. He pulled his glasses from the bridge of his nose.

"I'm afraid Miss Storm would not be joining us for dinner today sir." Morris announced. "She's not feeling too well."

"Not feeling too well? Since when?" Nathan sounded worried.

"Of course she's sick." Juliana said cutting a slice from her chicken. "After all she did to my son, sickness is the least she deserves."

"Juliana." Nathan called her to caution. Juliana adjusted unapologetically in her chair. Nathan exhaled and then turned back to the butler.

"Ask the maids to see to it that she's taken proper care of." He ordered. Morris nodded.

"Be careful Nathan, you're becoming too obvious." Juliana told him. Nathan turned to look at her. "The way you're so nice to that girl, extra nice. Anyone would think you're sleeping with her."

"Mum." Michael called her.

Angelo didn't stop eating. He tried not to listen. Minding his own business happened to be a habit for him. A habit he had trained himself to stick with the past years.

"Come on Juliana. That girl was our late son's fiancée." Nathan sneered. "When we lost our son, she lost her husband, and unlike you I'm not too heartless to not put myself in her shoes."

"She's not our responsibility, Nathan. It's not our responsibility to take care of anyone most especially an Atian."

"Juliana-"

"She killed our son Nathan." Her voice broke. "But yet you still let her live here, eat our food, drink our wine. She thinks of us as fools. She'd probably be laughing right now at our vulnerability and stupidity."

"What happened with Andre was an accident Juliana. Anna cannot be blamed for it."

Juliana stopped eating. She dropped her fork and glared at Nathan.
"Then she should have died. She should have died instead of my son."

Nathan exhaled.

"I saw it. I knew she was nothing but trouble. I was against this. I tried to stop him but you encouraged him to follow his heart. You brainwashed my boy. You and that mistress of yours killed him and you sit here to tell me it was an accident?" She got up.

"You can fool everyone on this table Nathan but you can't fool me. "

"Mum. "Michael called again.

"Shame on you Nathan. Shame on you." She turned to go. " I've lost my appetite." She kicked her chair out and then walked away.

Angelo slowly dropped his fork. He turned to Nathan. He looked so pitiful. Micheal got up too.

"I've lost my appetite also." Of course he was going to go after Juliana. It was expected of him. It was all he ever did, stuck himself to her. It was no surprise why he was known as the mummy's boy.

Angelo sighed.

Welcome home Angelo

He told himself

Welcome home.