âLong time no see.
Merry Christmas.
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When Mossâ voice pierced the air, Ariana snatched the phone and unleashed her fury, yelling, âWhatâs your game now? Youâve hurt me, and now, youâre targeting my son? Release him, or Iâll ensure you face the consequences!â
Surprisingly, Moss responded with a chuckle.
âYour mother was always so gentle.
Why are you such a firecracker, Ariana? Youâre nothing like her.
â
âHow would you react if your child were kidnapped?â Ariana retorted.
Then, realization struck.
Suspicion clouded her eyes.
âWhat do you mean? Why bring up my mom? Do you even know her?â
Holden, who had been listening intently, frowned, his expression darkening.
He hadnât investigated the matter about Ariana being Mossâ daughter so he had not told Ariana about this yet.
If Ariana learned about this now, she would be unable to accept it.
Besides, Rodney was present.
Holden knew he couldnât allow Ariana and Moss to continue their conversation.
Before Moss could respond, Holden intervened.
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He seized the phone, his voice icy.
âIf you have a score to settle, come after me.
Leave the kid out of this.
Heâs innocent.
â
âYour words sound like you think I would harm the kid.
Why would I do that as the kidâs grandfather?â Moss replied, his tone laced with amusement.
âI havenât seen my grandson before.
I thought Iâd seize the opportunity today to spend time with him.
Is that so wrong?â
Grandfather?
Grandson?
The words hit Ariana Like a thunderbolt, leaving her bewildered.
âWait,â she said, reclaiming the phone.
âHow is my son your grandson?â
Hearing this, Moss realized that Holden had kept the truth hidden from Ariana.
He chuckled.
âIs Rodney there with you? Let me speak to him first.
â
Arianaâs confusion deepened.
Did Moss know Rodney?
She turned to look at Rodney, perplexed.
The moment Rodney heard Moss mentioning his name, rage ignited within him.
For over two decades, he had wished he could kill Moss.
The thirst for vengeance propelled him forward, but he was old.
In anger, he stumbled, needing Mitchelâs and Catalinaâs support to remain steady.
Drawing a deep breath, Rodney said to Moss on the phone, âI thought you were already rotting under the ground.
â
Moss responded casually, âThanks to you, Iâm not only alive but also living a good life.
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