Chapter 16

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Miss Cheer is seated beside Madam Ahn in a white couch directly facing the television. Mai is seated in the middle of Type and Jab in a couch by the right side of her mother's couch. The family doctor is seated on a sofa on the left side. He opens his bag and brings out a brown folder.
"This reveals if Type is the biological child." The doctor gives it to Madam Ahn.
Madame Ahn snatches it from his hand and opens it, bringing out the white papers. Everybody could see her eyes scrolling down the pages of the paper and glares at Type.
Madam Ahn gives it to Miss Cheer.
"What does it say?" Mai yells.
Miss Cheer reads the document, "Type isn't your biological child ma'am." She says.
"That's not true" Mai walks over to Miss Cheer and snatches the paper and reads it herself. "It can't be possible."
"Type, I think you should leave. Please don't try to emotionally blackmail us next time." Jab says walking over to hug his wife.

 
"Type, Type, wake up?" Mai shakes her son slowly trying to wake him up. Type opens his eyes and looks around and sees he is still in the bedroom. That must have been a dream, he breathes out in relief.
"The doctor is here with the result." Mai says.
Type eyes widens and grips the bedsheets tighter.
"Can I stay here? You can tell me the result when you know. I'm just too scared to hear what the doctor says." Type eyes become watery but he tries to hold it in.
Mai nods understanding his view. She rubs his hair gently, "I will be back with good news, I promise." She smiles and leaves the room.

    
     Tutor couldn't get much sleep in the previous night. He just kept turning and turning on the bed. He is seated on the bed thinking deeply of Tharn's former wives. According to the news, the first wife committed suicide and the second one ran away or she is missing. He doesn't really know. All he knows is she is missing. If he remembers correctly, the two wives were from rich families. Could that be how they accumulated their wealth, by marrying sons or daughters of families whose business is almost crumbling. 
   He can't stay in this house. His hand touches the bandage and he remembers how he feel. If nobody was at home when that happened he may have died. Tutor gasps but covers his mouth. Could Tharn be trying to kill him so he can take his shares in the company.

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