RODRIGO'S POV:
I tried to process the words, but they seemed surreal.
I never knew I'd receive a call after all this trouble and survival that would send shivers down my spine and leave me questioning myself and Perlah's safety.
“Un-unc-uncle,” I stammered, grasping the phone tightly with sweat dripping down my forehead.
Fear gripped me, making my hand tremble and my head spin.
“Rodrigo, you have gotten what you want, isn't it right I get mine too?” Isko asked, shamelessly.
“Yours? You mean my wife's father's money? You greedy bastard,” I yelled into the phone in fury.
“You deceived me, you said you were my uncle, and I was not the son of Mr. Bayani. You pushed me into your evil act. You wiped out all of Andrew's family and if not for my help, you would have killed her too, that nig
