One night

"I adore you, but Elena is the one I truly want. I don't want to keep anything from you. That's why I'm telling you," Ron said.

What's up, Ron? What type of fetish are you talking about? I take a step back.

"Listen, don't be so downcast. I love you, and I simply want to have a good time with her "Ron said.

"But it's wrong," I grumbled.

"What's the matter? Why are you so insecure, Eva? I'm not going to make her my girlfriend; you're my girlfriend," Ron said.

"I can't let you touch her, Ron," I stated unequivocally, "she's my friend, she's going through a lot, and I can't hurt her."

He stopped caressing me when he heard me and replied, "Okay."

"Eva, go to your room, I need to sleep now," he said as he stood up from my side.

His words pierced my heart like a knife. "Ron," I tearfully called his name.

"I'm not in the mood to listen to anything right now. Please leave my room before Elena notices what we've done "Ron said this to me without looking at me.

"What's wrong?" I worriedly asked as I arose from my bed. I didn't want to lose him, and I also didn't want him to touch one of my friends. But his behavior was too much for me to bear.

"Just tell me what's wrong?" I grabbed him hard.

Ron pushed me a little. "Eva," he said.

"Ron," I tearfully called his name.

"Just go to your room and leave me alone," Ron said solemnly.

"But," I reached out to touch him, but he abruptly yelled fiercely, "I said leave."

With sad eyes, I stared at him, and his softness toward me disappeared in an instant. I bolted from his room.

Ron tightened his fist and said, "Damn it."

Ron's point of view.

Who the heck is this stupid girl? Because I slept with her, you don't have the authority to tell me what's wrong and what's right. Your advice is completely irrelevant to me.

Eva slid open the door cautiously and lay next to Elena.

"Oh, Eva," Elena said in a sleepy tone.

"What have you been up to?" Elena asked. I didn't respond to her. Pretending to be sleeping, I sniffed and wiped my tears.

Elena wrapped a blanket around me. What am I supposed to do now? Ron is furious with me, and I-I can't do this with Elena.

The opposing viewpoint.

I was constantly calling my son. **** this brat, he's always getting on my nerves. This wacky kid, Why is he not answering the phone? What is he up to? And where has that witch gone to? He went looking for her, I'm sure. If I call that scumbag, she will never answer. But what about Eva? She'll pick up the phone. I dialed Eva's number, and after a few moments, someone answered.

"Yes, who is this?", someone answered.

"Can I speak with Eva?" I asked.

"Sorry, ma'am isn't at home," a young lady explained.

I asked, "Oh, where is she?"

She explained, "Ma'am is staying with a friend."

"Friend?" I asked, my curiosity piqued.

She said, "Could you kindly tell me your name?"

I answered, "I'm El-mum." Elena's

She said, "Oh ma'am, they're staying at a friend's house."

"Oh, thank goodness. Thank you very much "I hung up the phone. If they aren't at home, where is Paul?

Paul, where are you? Should I inform Robert about this? I walked upstairs and found Robert working on his laptop. Babe, I said pleasantly as I sat next to him.

While working, Robert said, "Yes."

"I'm thinking about our child right now. I think that now is the appropriate moment for Paul to join our business, "I said.

Robert abruptly came to a halt and said, "What?"

"Yep," I said, "don't you think it's an excellent idea?"

"It's OK," Robert said nonchalantly, "but did you speak with Paul?"

Maybe he's in a nice mood. I'm confident that I can persuade him. "No, but I'll tal-," While we were conversing, we were interrupted by a phone call.

"Yes, who's this?" said Robert as he received the call.

He abruptly raised his voice, "What?"

I focused my gaze on him.

"I'm on my way," said Robert, hanging up the phone after saying this.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Do you know where your son is?" he asked, looking at me.

For a short time, my heart stopped pounding. Is there something he's done? "No, what happened?" I asked, tightening my jaw.

He said, "He's in the police station."

"What?" I got out of bed, and so did Robert.

He said, as he was changing his clothes, "He threatened someone and attempted to kill them. What exactly is this Anne? ", He demanded fiercely.

Robert stated, "And you're urging me to give him a chance."

"Robert!" I was about to say, but Robert cut me off.

"I'm heading to the police station," Robert said as he walked away.

"Paul, you're a jerk. You have ruined everything! ", I furiously flung a pillow on the floor.

At the police station.

Paul had taken a seat in a chair. After a while, Robert arrived, and they released Paul. He had quite a strong alcoholic odor coming from him. Robert didn't say anything to him. They returned home after an hour.

"Paul", I came to him worriedly. His face was red. Did someone beat him?

Paul ignored me and tried to enter his room.

"Paul," I said once more, clutching his arm.

"Robert, what's the matter with him? Did they hit my son? ", I said, my voice trembling.

"Anne, can't you see that your son is drunk? You can't even deal with your own son? ", Robert snarled at me.

"And you're telling me that I should let him work for me. Look at him, he's unable to stand on his own ", Robert remarked.

"Paul," I said, but he suddenly pushed me and yelled, "Don't touch me."

I yelled at him, "Paul!"

I whispered in his ear, "Don't you dare to do anything in front of him."

Paul quickly doubled his voice and said, "Don't touch me." I expanded my eyes. Please, God, help me.

"And you, Mr. Robert, yes, I'm only her son, not yours, that's why I'm acting like this," Paul said drunkenly.

Paul looked at his eyes directly. Please, Paul, don't ruin your reputation. I drew my eyes closed.