Loathed Son In-law

Rowan Had Recover

The call went through, and immediately there was a response from the other end. The number Rowan dialed was his previous loyal subordinate, Oliver.

"Hello, who is this?" Oliver asked curiously, because he knew only one person had access to this same encrypted phone number and he had been missing for three years, so he was puzzled.

"This is Rowan. I want you to inform the Crestview group to arrive in Atlanta immediately," Rowan instructed flatly.

"But... but..." Oliver stuttered, confused about where to start his questioning from. Thinking of it, this man's voice sounded like Rowan. He was completely dumbfounded. After three years of not seeing Rowan, thinking he was dead, and now he’s reaching out to him—what’s really happening? Is he some sort of man who woke up from the dead? Thousands of thoughts ran through Oliver's mind, as he tried to believe the situation.

"But, sir, you’ve been missing for three years now. Where have you been? We went for a wild search and even included the special forces to look for you, but we couldn’t find you," Oliver panicked.

"Three years?" Rowan muttered to himself. "I’ve been missing for three years? Wow," Rowan exclaimed, unable to grasp how long he had been unconscious of himself. Then, with a commanding tone, Rowan responded, "Do as I say, Oliver," he instructed.

"Yes, sir, understood. I will do as you say," Oliver replied.

"Good," Rowan answered, then ended the call, dipping the phone into his pocket as he walked out of the house.

Everywhere was dazzling with the enchanted beauty of roses and the light decorations all around the mansion. The sound of instrumental and music stuffed the atmosphere with guests all around.

The air was filled with the scent of barbecue, and the table was arranged with different types of food, looking like a banquet. It was just about time for the birthday party to begin. Grandfather, an old man in his seventies, walked into the arena, the sworn owner of the Creek companies, holding a golden walking stick clacking on the silver metallic-colored tiles, As he majestically sat on the golden chair. The others sat at a long table in the middle, with each of the chairs on the side specially designated for family members. While the invited guests have a special place arranged for them sit.

"It’s good having all of you present at my birthday party. I really appreciate it. As you well know, this is my seventieth year, so I wish to celebrate it by inviting all my bloodline in order to celebrate this as family,” grandfather spoke calmly, then after a smile that ended with a gasp he continued. “With all your efforts, the Creek family has been successful in all the business affairs coming out flawlessly," grandfather spoke abruptly with words of appreciation.

While making the speech, grandfather noticed Jessica wasn’t present at the birthday party. He scoffed, then continued speaking.

Suddenly, Jessica came in from the front door, walking slowly, somehow conscious and nervous because eyes were fixed on her, looking at her like some beggar walking into a banquet to beg for food. Her clothes weren't expensive, in fact the clothes were shabby and frayed, she was the only different person dressed in rag.

"Here she comes, the godforsaken daughter who wishes to be with a madman rather than her family," Jessica’s cousin, Zoey, muttered with disgust, starry dagger eyes at Jessica from the moment she saw her coming.

"You’re late, Jessica. It’s been an hour since the party began," her mother stood abruptly, glaring at Jessica as she spoke angrily.

"I’m sorry. It’s the traffic. There was a traffic jam, and that’s what delayed the cabman from bringing me here on time," Jessica explained, her head down, avoiding eye contact with her mother.

"What do you expect from a wretched scoundrel like her? If she could have used her car, which she doesn’t have anymore, she could have gotten here earlier than expected. But instead she chose a madman over her family and decided to give away everything just to stay with a lunatic—insane kind of person called her husband—by the way, grandfather, who even invited her here?" Nathan, the elder son, spoke out, his hands gripping the tip of the table as he stood up abruptly, his brow furrowed.

"Why are you guys so harsh on her? It’s been months since anyone set their eyes on her. Seeing her now doesn’t mean you should scorn and keep laying insults on her. It’s not fair. She’s still part of us," Evelin, one of the eldest daughters, interrupted as she spoke in defense of Jessica.

"You shouldn’t ruin my party, please," grandfather cut in with a cold voice. "I myself personally invited Jessica to come to my birthday party, so keep your voice down, and let’s celebrate this party the way it should be," grandfather added. Hearing grandfather’s words, everywhere went silent.

At each seat offered to every single family member at the banquet, they had to present a gift to grandfather, which everyone had already presented before Jessica arrived.

Jessica walked to the only available seat left at the banquet. Just as she was about to sit, grandfather’s voice sounded.

"Jessica, don’t you have a gift you’d like to offer me before sitting? Or are you too poor to afford one?" grandfather scoffed, his fingers intertwining as he glared at Jessica.

"Yes, grandfather, I have something special I brought for you as a gift, but I was thinking of giving it to you after the party was over," Jessica responded calmly with a grin.

"If you don’t mind, can you give it to me now? Because everybody else did the same an hour ago. No one waited for the party to be over," grandfather responded.

"Okay grandfather," Jessica replied with a warm smile. She dipped her hand into her bag and brought out a knitted scarf she had made with her hands that took two months to complete. She went to grandfather and wrapped it around his neck.

"What’s that?" Zoey snapped, stood up from where she was sitting, walked up to grandfather, and yanked the scarf off his neck. "Is this the gift you want to offer to grandfather?" Zoey scoffed. "This thing smells. It’s disgusting. How can you give grandfather something so cheap like this? Are you insane? Has your poverty gotten into your head?" Zoey barked, glaring at Jessica like a serpent that was about to strike.

"This isn’t cheap, Zoey. I made it with my hands, and it took me two months to finish it," Jessica responded with a cracking voice, trying to maintain her emotions and prevent herself from shedding tears.

"You said what?" Zoey laughed sarcastically. "No wonder the scarf was cheap," Zoey scorned, then walked to the chimney furnace and threw the scarf on the burning fire. "I can’t allow grandfather to accept something disgusting and cheap like that scarf," Zoey smirked with a laugh, folding her arm.

"No!" Jessica groaned in frustration, her eyes welling up with tears, her hands gripping her old shabby gown while staring at the scarf burning into ashes.

Just as all this was happening, a voice sounded from the crowd, "If I were to offer ten billion US dollars, would you all give Jessica the respect she deserves?" Everybody was stunned by the offer looking around to see who was talking.

"A billion dollars? Who said that?" Zoey turned and asked curiously.

“It's me,” Rowan responded as he came into view from the crowd.

"What?" Zoey jerked with surprise, staring at Rowan weirdly, her jaw dropped. "What is this madman doing here? How did he pass through the guards?"

The entire family was surprised to see Rowan, a madman, in their presence, attending a birthday party in such an expensive residential area.

"How the hell did you get inside here?" Nathan asked with a glare, very surprised.

"You all haven’t answered my question. If I were to give out ten billion US dollars, would Jessica here gain the respect she deserves?" Rowan asked with a frown, staring at the family members seated at the banquet table without a fear.

"Rowan!" Jessica mumbled, dazed by seeing Rowan at the family mansion. She quickly walked up to him, hugged him, held his hands and began dragging him out of the mansion, at this point she thought he was still mentally unstable.

"Come, let’s go. Let’s leave the mansion before they do something bad to you," Jessica begged with a panicked voice, yanking Rowan’s hand.

"Jessica, I’m okay. Thank you for staying by my side all this while," Rowan muttered calmly to Jessica’s face, his eyes fixed on hers. She felt a sudden realization that Rowan had recovered from his mental state, his eyes reminding her of the first night they met, her eyes dazzling with tears, as her mind was stunned with wonders.

Jessica’s mother stood up abruptly. "Get this madman out of here immediately," she instructed the guard with a glare.