Mommy, Where's Daddy? The Forsaken Daughter's Return

"Doctor? How is it?" Ethan asked after the doctor came back in with the results of Samantha's recent laboratories.

The doctor sat on his desk and reviewed the documents. After a while, he answered, "Everything is normal, and it has been for more than a year now." With a smile on his face, the doctor added, "I suppose it's safe to say that the Kannareth disease will no longer manifest."

While Samantha was pregnant, she had monthly laboratories done, just to keep her health monitored.

Shortly after giving birth, they have switched to quarterly visits to the doctor, and thankfully, Samantha showed no signs of the Kannareth disease.

The doctor scoffed and declared, "So the pregnancy may have really helped!"

"We think so, doctor. In fact, BNU pharmaceuticals are already looking into this angle." Ethan leaned back in his seat and told, "I have even funded their research so more women who are affected by this illness will find a solution, other than... getting pregnant."

"I am just relieved I am better and have been. Not only did I have two more great children, but I am back to health." With a heavy sigh, Samantha added, "Steven Wright certainly gave me the scare of my life. I hope he continues to rot in jail."This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Ethan reached for Samantha's hand and swore, "Don't worry, hon. From where they are now, they wish they were practically dead." He raised his chin and added, "That is what they get for messing with my family and a daughter of the General."

While battling pregnancy and caring for the twins, Ethan and Daniel also had to go back and forth to the courthouse, dealing with the case filed against Steven and Sawyer Wright. Lawsuits were always a long process, but at least both were convicted and stripped off of their wealth.

Following Braeton courthouse's decision, and along with Ethan and Winfield's connections, Steven and Sawyer were sent to the most isolated prison in the country; one fit for high profile criminals.

***

Seas away, on an island prison where convicted drug lords, murderers and sexual offenders were locked up, Steven Wright and his father were having a discussion over lunch.

Steven angrily placed his tray of food on the table and grumbled, "Again, its porridge. Can't we at least get some... some special treatment around here?"

His lips trembled before sneering, "Dad, you have to do something! You just have to!"

Sawyer slammed his hand against the table and retorted, "We don't have any money left! All of it is gone! Our very last cent - we used it to pay off good attorneys, but still - still! We are here behind bars!" He reached for his son's collar and reminded him, "If you only followed our original plan and not mess with the General's daughter! We would not be in this hell hole!"

Sawyer pushed Steven back in his seat and commanded, "Stop complaining!"

"You two! Keep it down!" A correctional officer called their attention, pointing a gun at them for warning.

Above all, many inmates were staring at them, eavesdropping on their conversation.

Only then did Steven settle his emotions and forcing himself to eat his porridge. He muttered as he did, "How come the drug lords have chicken? Fuck."

From behind them, a man suddenly spoke, catching the attention of the father and son. "It's because you offended the general. He will never allow you to receive any special treatments of some sort. Not that he is taking sides. He doesn't know others are eating chicken."

Sawyer and Steven looked behind them to find a man with jet-black hair, also eating the same porridge as them. They both heard him say, "Trust me on that, I am suffering the same consequences as you." "Who are you? And... how did you offend the general?" Probed Steven while raising his brow.

"I'm Blake Taylor. My family is old rich, yet despite our connections, the Wrights and the General managed to turn our business into bankruptcy." Blake finished his food before he suggested, "It doesn't matter who I am and what I did. The point is... we are all doomed."

Blake then pointed out to the drug lord, eating with a group of inmates five tables away, and suggested, "You can try your luck, gaining Ramon's favor over there. His friends get chicken and... a lot more." After keeping his tray, Blake left Steven and Sawyer to ponder on his suggestions.

"Don't even think about it, son. Besides, we are only sentenced for twenty years." Sawyer held Steven's hand and reminded, "I may die, but you may still have a chance to live after getting out of here. You get me?"

"Steven, are you listening to me?" Sawyer asked again. "It's not worth it."

"I'll - I'll think about it," Steven answered.

***

Little did Sawyer know, Steven Wright could not get it out of his system; how he was suffering in penitentiary.

Since they were assigned in different prisons cell, Sawyer had no knowledge of Steven's plans.

The next day, following the inmates' evening meal, Steven found himself in the camp of one drug lord named Ramon.

Steven easily noticed how the prisoners who gathered themselves around Ramon were young, good-looking, and well built. Still, he dismissed it, thinking that Ramon was just picky with the companions he chose.

He walked over to where Ramon was resting, in a private cell, solely for his own use.

Steven shook his head and muttered, "Fucking special treatment."

He was determined to get the same, even if he had to kiss a drug lord's ass.

Finally, entering Ramon's chambers, Steven said outright, "I want to be under your wing, Ramon. I want fucking chicken and I want dessert! Heck, if I could stay in a room like this, I'd do anything!" Ramon, a man in his fifties, looked up to Steven and asked, "Do you know what you are saying, boy? Because if you don't, you still have time to turn your back."

"I am doomed and my father and I

have no money left! If I am going to be stuck here, I could at least do well for myself." Steven bowed his head in front of Ramon and pleaded "Please make me one of your followers."

Ramon turned to one of the inmates and before he ordered, "Leave us alone."

With them on their own, Ramon studied Steven, and he hissed. He asked, "Take off your clothes. I want to see you."

Bemused, Steven probed, "Why - why-'

"Do you want chicken or not? Again,

I want to make sure you know what

you are getting yourself into? How far would you go to have a decent meal and a warm bed at night? Ramon reminded him of the benefits and Steven wound up doing as he was ordered.

After stripping completely naked, Ramon urged Steven to approach the table where he was sitting in front of.

As soon as Steven did as instructed, Ramon stood up behind him and ordered, "Now, bend over."

Only then did Steven realize what he had gotten himself into. His body trembled as he clarified, "Ex - excuse me?"

"Fucking bend over! Now!" Ramon's voice was loud and domineering, leaving Steven frustrated.

Steven wound up doing exactly as Ramon said, knowing the fact that he entered Ramon's territory. He was left with no choice. He bent over while clenching his hand into a fist.

***

A month passed.

"Ethan, I have news for you," Winfield was on the phone, reporting to his son-in-law.

"Steven Wright found himself in

trouble in prison. He assaulted a

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drug lord named Ramon and put him in a wheelchair," revealed Winfield "He is going to be charged with assault with a possible additional twenty years of imprisonment. Not to mention, his life is going to be in danger now that he went up against Ramon."

"Hmmm." Ethan took a deep breath and answered, "That's good news, father. I hope... his life will be miserable."

"I can assure you, Ethan. He is already beyond miserable," answered Winfield on the phone. "He is getting what he deserves for hurting my daughter."