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Chapter 117 — Mother's Letter
Mason hurriedly comes in at home but he found that the hall is empty. Neither the children nor Mary, nor Christy. Only the travel bag is near the sofa as well as the teen backpack. He threw the keys on the table.
"Mary?" he called. "Christy?"
He climbed upstairs to second floor and saw the open door of children's bathroom, which appeared in the corridor. The wet disheveled little head leaning out at the sound of his footsteps in the hallway.
"Daddy!" exited screamed Samantha and ran to him. Mason automatically picked up his daughter, went to the bathroom and peered inside. Four heads turned to see him. Chip, Mary, Christy and the teenager, dark-haired, thin, and for some reason, wet as a mouse.
"Mason, you're here," Mary smiled with relief. Then she wiped her hands by the towel and gently embraced the teenager's shoulders. "Meet your younger brother Charlie."
"Hi," Mason said, his eyes fixed on the son of Pamela. Then he nodded toward the hallway. "Come on, let's talk. Do you not need my help?" This question was addressed Mary, of course.
"No, we're almost done."
Mason put down Samantha and returned with Charlie in the living room.
"Mary said that you have the letter of my mother," he said, thrusting his hands into his pockets.
"Yes," the boy shrugged his shoulders and began to rummage in your backpack. Pulled out the long, narrow envelope, but held it in his hands. "Are you actually Mason Capwell?" He asked with a fair amount of irony.
"Exactly."
Mason took out his business card and put it in Charlie's palm. Then he picked up the letter.
Hesitated a moment, he opened it (the letter was not sealed) and unfolded the sheet. The letter was not long. Neat flowery handwriting.
My dear Mason!
I imagine how you are surprised to learn that you have the younger brother. But believe me, it was absolutely necessary. Charlie have my maiden surname, but he is CC's son. The result of my weakness when your father came to London for business negotiations. CC never did aware about Charlie, I was afraid that he will take my boy away as he did to you.
But now I have no other choice. Charlie became very restless, I'm cannot to handle with him. He already was expelled from three schools in this year. In addition I finally have in my life the man who loves me and, God willing, will soon become my husband. I can not allow my younger son make us apart with his mean tricks.
Please take care of Charlie. You know how your father may be tough. Defend your brother from CC's rage, I begging you.
Love you very much,
Your mother
Mason looked at the finish line and felt the pain spreads inside. Not a word about him, only about the youngest son who stand on the way of her personal life. The youngest who had a thing that never had Mason — the childhood with his own mother. God, she can not even imagine what she requests. To resist CC Capwell, to stand between him and his son. His blood and flesh. His father just will destroy him! Both of them.
He actually needs to return the lucky guy to his mother. With any price. Until the father returned to Santa Barbara.
Unwittingly came up Mary pulled out the letter of his hand. Asked by her eyes "May I?"
Mason nodded and turned to his brother.
"You immediately go back home. Where is her phone number?"
The boy's face stunned as if Mason hit him. It was evident that he doing his best to not to show his offence.
"I came to my father," he said in a broken voice.
"My mother trusts your fate in my hands," Mason cut off. "The number."
Charlie angry looked at him and reached into his backpack. Pulled out the card with embossed lines and threw it on the floor. Mason picked up and quickly left the room.
Torn between the desire to support Mason and stay with Charlie, Mary finally chose the latter. She looked at Charlie. He was sitting on the couch with his head down and fiddling with backpack straps.
"Do you actually were expelled from three schools?" she asked willing to easing the situation.
"Yes. As mom wrote it," he shrugged his shoulders.
"Did you read the letter?"
"It was not sealed."
From the second floor Chip and Samantha ran down.
"Mom, he pushes me!"
"Sam's bothering me to make my plane!"
Mary quickly found Christy and went to her.
"Take them to the nursery," she whispered.
"Ok," Christy nod and called children. "Chip, I have the fun idea. Let the plane will be for both of yours and bombs will be balls."
"She's a girl," Chip grimaced.
"And your sister also. She'll drive the plane no worse than you will."
"Grandpa promised that I'll get a private jet when I grow up," Samantha proudly said and defiles upstairs.
"And grandpa promised that I'll get a pony!" After the moment's hesitation said Chip. But he's feeling that the pony is not in comparison with the jet and ran after his sister. "Okay, you'll be the second pilot!"
"No! You are the second one!" her voice came from the second floor.
Mary looked at Charlie and saw that he just smiles. But catching her eye, he frowned again.
"Are they twins?" He asked after the pause.
"Yes," said Mary after some pause.
"They're funny," the boy sighed. He wanted to say something else but saw that Mason's going downstairs. The boy's slumped as if he expecting to be thrown out the door now. Mary made the move to close him by herself, but Mason shook his head wearily. He seemed confused.
"My mother went off for an unknown destination," he said and looked at his wife, then at his brother. "She disappeared, leaving no address. So you, my younger brother, will stay in Santa Barbara. It can not be helped."
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