A Glimpse of Past

Chapter 16.2

AYNE'S POV

I stayed at my dad's house and we had dinner together as a family. A warm delightful dinner. 

"So, Mat how was your day?", dad asked.

"That's not the usual you, dad.", Mat sarcastically commented.

"I am adjusting, Mister.", dad smirked.

"If you could just started it long time ago, dad.", Mat answered.

Dad was unable to say anything and looked at me, trying to get some help.

"She'll never help you, dad.".

"Daughter?", Dad is looking at me, begging for help, while I looked away.

"The food looks delicious. Let's eat!", while I shove my spoon in the seaweed soup and took a sip., "Also, later we all need to talk."

"For what?", Mat said while raising one of his eyebrows.

I looked at him seriously which made him look at his food. "You better know there are so many explanations you should give to me, Matthew Yanty Cantle.".

Dad just laughed while Mat was looking away.

After dinner, we went to my dad's home office. It is surrounded with books that it even has a mezzanine. I used to stay here, play here, when mom was with us, alive. This is the place where I learned to take knowledge as an asset and emotions as a supplement.

We gathered and sat on the round table, located in the middle part of the room.

"Now,", I crossed my arms and looked at my brother, "the explanation, Mr. Matthew Yanty Cantle."

"Okay, I just followed my brain, sister.", he sarcastically said.

"Wow, brother. It's new. When have you been using your brain?".

I saw how he scoffed and smirked, "Sister, I should be using my brain because that's common sense."

"Stop bickering, children", Dad said while trying to refrain from fighting.

I flipped my hair and pulled out the papers that Gwen brought to me and placed them on the table. My dad and Mat read it.

"Why are you helping him?", Mat asked me.

"Nardel helped me a lot in my company and was one of the first people who struggled together with me just to make Ynell Construction Firm stay in the industry."

"But, he threatened your life.", he added.

"Its a matter of decision and conscience. He's already struggling at the beginning and when I came into the picture, the guilt and reason were rambled."

"Eh? I don't get you. Your constrained and deep words make my head barely hanging.".

"In short, he can't handle the pressure and stress.", dad interrupted Mat, "But, I will not drop the charges.".

"I know.", as I scan the documents.

Dad changed the topic, "We know the loose thread but there's no sufficient evidence. All those accounts can be counterattacked by saying it was donated to someone, some organization. They can make fake accounts from it."

I smirked, "Those accounts are only our initial defense. The transactions are the evidence."

"But it should be written in order to verify its validity,'' my brother interrupted.

I moved closer to the table, "Written or not. Witnesses are around there.", I smirked.

"Witness?", my brother said.

"How?", dad added.

"I read his mind. There is this guy who met him privately. He wore black hoodie and branded shoes. His voice is a little bit hoarse and have this tattoo in his hands."

"What tattoo?".

"A star and motto?".

"Sister, please elaborate?".

"My guess is in latin. I can't read it whole but there's divide et? That's all I can remember, Mat."

"Then, how will we catch that little piece of information of yours?"

"That's why I need your help.".

"Sister, I don't have the power for that."", Mat added.

I saw how my dad changes his expressions, his forehead wrinkled. "Divide et?", Dad murmured, then looked at my brother. "Divide et impera. The car racing group.".

"The one that I use to join in my highschool days?", Mat confusingly asked. Then, dad answered him with a nod. "But all of the people there are rich, wealthy bratty children of powerful people.".

"Then, there's money.", I smirked. "Now, we just need to enter dramatically. I guess Anna is now entering the league.".