The supposed happy lunch turned into chaos, with the two kindergarten adults fighting like cats and dogs for nothing. Jennie, in her imagination, assumed Francis and Lisa as goats in a ring, locking horns in a fight to find who was the strongest. It was good that Lisa and Francis didnot hear her inner thoughts.
''Lisa,'' Jennie called him, bringing his attention from the brandy fights. With his focus entirely on her, Jennie started in excitement. ''I have discovered a secret, a secret buried for two decades. It's going to leave your jaw drop to the floor.''
Rather than hearing the secret, Lisa was more interested in Jennie's cute facial reactions. Her hands flared open, her eyes went wide, and her voice elevated to an exaggeration, precisely to say, it was akin to a director explaining a horror movie story to the actor.
Leaning forward, Lisa stared into Jennie's eyes for a good time. ''What is that jaw-dropping floor secret?'' His voice dropped to a whisper, creating a horror movie effect on her.
''Back off, Lisa.'' Francis butted in, his voice laced in anger. ''You are scaring my baby.''
Heather sighed. He started again.
Lisa exhaled a deep breath before moving back to his position. What's with this old man lately. He is turning into a Monday of his life. Too lazy to start another argument with him, Lisa turned to Jennie, his voice dedicatedly sweet to her as he spoke. '''What is the secret?''
Jennie glanced at Francis for his permission. Francis proudly nodded his head to go ahead and reveal the truth.
''Brace yourself to hear the truth.'' Taking a deep breath, Jennie shouted. ''I found my biological father. It's none other than my Francy!''
Jennie and Francis glued their eyes at Lisa expecting a surprised scream of 'what did you say!' or a shocked cry of 'I can't believe this,' but instead, father and daughter were surprised by his calmness.
''What's with your reaction? Aren't you surprised?'' Is this what they call expectation VS reality?
''Hmmm..not really.'' Replied Lisa, habitually placing the veggies onto Jennie's plate. ''I doubted from the day I got to know Max is not your father.'' He remembered Jennie talked about this when he was in the hospital.
''But how did you know it's me?'' Francis asked.
''Although Jennie doesn't look like you...I am glad she inherited Aunt Heather's features.'' Lisa paused and glanced at Heather at first. She gave a thumbs-up gesture and mouthed a 'thank you'. He then turned to Francis. He was amused to see Francis's face twisted like an angry google emoji. Suppressing his chuckle, he added. ''I do find similarities in the way you both react.''
''What is that?'' It was Heather's turn to ask.
''What kind of reaction?'' Jennie asked. ''I never gave a thought about it.''
''Anyway, it's confirmed,'' Lisa added, looking lazily at Francis. ''Do I have to list them-''
''Yes!'' Francis said, determined. Jennie and Heather joined him after.
These three! Their surname should have been brain-eaters instead of Kim. But Lisa didnot voice his thoughts. Instead of listing them, Lisa cross-questioned. ''Can you tolerate spicy foods and Drinks?''
Francis and Jennie shook their heads. Indeed, they crave spicy foods, but their digestive system is weak to ingest.
''Weak stomach, metabolism..mouth blisters...this should suffice. Don't ask me anymore.''
''That's true,'' Heather bellowed. ''Now that I think about it, Francis and Jennie are sensitive to food.'' If she had not seen the pictures, she would have guessed it long back. ''I should have thought about it seriously.''
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The Devil's Sweetheart
Fanfiction"It's always been you and for the rest of my life, it will be you. Till my last breath, I will guard you with my life for eternity. I promise." A near-death experience made her fall into pits of despair. Her story should have ended by then, but did...
