Jake is now facing Chesca, his full cousin from the Fuego family. He didn't speak then when she was looking at him.
"I—is Mikaela here?" This was her question to him.
Her memory has indeed returned. His mind said. He becomes a teacher at the school where he himself teaches so he can keep an eye on her cousin's movements.
He signaled to Charles that he should call Mikaela.
Charles complied, and after a while, he heard footsteps running and walking.
"Chesca," that's all he heard from Mikaela.
"Mikaela." He saw her hug Mikaela.
He just let the two be for now, since it had been a few months since they last saw Mikaela.
Jake felt the joy of each other when they met and happily hugged. They still treated Ellese as if Chesca were her real sister.
He cleared his throat first to catch the two's attention. He stared at the two, causing them to separate from their joyful embrace.
"Welcome back, Chesca Kaye Fuego." He couldn't help but say that.
It didn't answer him, so he just sighed.
"Behave as if I were your cousin here, Chesca. We are not at school to cause you to feel uncomfortable." That's all he could say when he noticed that his cousin was feeling a bit awkward around him.
He even saw her just nod.
"What are you planning now, Chesca?" He asked her directly.
He even saw her staring at Mikaela.
It took a long time for her to respond; she was thinking about what to say to him. He understands Chesca; he knows she is not yet ready to face this challenge now or how she will help in the elusive pursuit of justice for them.
"Chesca, don't force yourself if you're not ready yet." That was the only advice he heard from Mikaela.
Chesca just stared at Mikaela back then, still unable to make a decision.
"I need to make a decision now, Mikaela." Suddenly, she replied to him, and he saw that she was still hesitant now.
"Time is running out; we need to take action." He added.
"If that's your decision." He said he respects every decision that Chesca makes.
"You will go in tomorrow, but you still carry the name of Ruth Dalia Dionson; you cannot become Chesca Fuego." Jake reminded her cousin.
"Will I also live there?" Chesca asked him.
Jake shook his head; there was nothing left for Chesca to return to at the Dionson house because, according to Felix, the couple and the innocent workers at the Dionson mansion were murdered.
He also learned that the driver who escorted Chesca to their mansion had died. It only means one thing: he's already taking action. He looked at Charles then.
"Take a break for now, Chesca." That's all he said. "Mikaela, please accompany Chesca first."
"Yes, sir." Mikaela immediately understood, and only Charles remained.
"What is your plan, Charles?" He asked Charles then.
He just looked at him while fiddling with his phone.
"You, I don't trust you." He said bluntly. He is aware that his cousin is responsible for these actions. He is slowly proving that everything is happening because of Giovane and his father.
"I don't care if you don't trust me, Jake. I'm a freelance informant, after all." This is his response to him.
He didn't say anything more; he would just let Charles be for now. He will only take action when he finds himself in a difficult situation with his conversation partner.
"You can leave now…" he muttered to his companion.
"Are you not going to ask what the father and son are planning now?" This was a question for him.
He let out a sigh then. He knew that Charles was also sharing information he knew while working for him, but he didn't know how much Charles knew about him. It is enough for him to know the truth— that Giovane is the one running and assisting with the illegal killings happening now.
"The information you are sharing with me is enough; I am already taking precautionary measures in case something happens to us." That was his only response.
"You're Mikaela's personal chaperone, and I know that he is aware of it." He added, looking at Charles.
He didn't answer; he was always careful with every word he said.
Charles, if you've finished doing business with me, you can leave now." He said.
"Yeah." He immediately walked away towards the door.
Charles disappeared from his sight.
"Are you sure about that, Jake?" A man stepped out near the wide wall; he knew who it was.
He didn't answer back then. "We need him."
"Let him act on his own; he will uncover the truth without my help, William." That's all he said.
It didn't answer him. "How's the task I assigned to you?" He immediately asked, returning his gaze to the laptop.
"You are a heartless sibling to him." That was the only comment he heard.
"As Felix said, and it's accurate as always; it confirmed that the Dionson residents were brutally killed in their mansion. What a terrifying ability!" He said.
"Who killed?" Jake asked William.
"Well, aside from the driver whom Giovane personally killed, that man really doesn't want his hands covered in the smell of blood; instead, his henchmen do it for him." William handed him an envelope.
He immediately looked at the contents of the photos, which showed him talking to the driver, and he was identified as the one who killed the poor driver.
"Why was he killed?" he asked.
"He wants to confirm something; he used that driver to confirm that Chesca remembers her memories of the past." William explained back then.
"It's unfortunate that the driver's family also perished, leaving no survivors. Just like what he did to Fernan's siblings."
He clenched his fists upon hearing it. The incident is tragic for the families of the victims. He knows that the case will be reported all over the media and social media again.
"William, do as Zenne said, go back to the warehouse as a member of the organization, and please observe that man."
"Why are you so cold to your sibling, Jake?" He asked him.
"Do as I say, and please be careful with the task that I give you." He didn't answer his question.
He even heard him sigh. "Yeah, yeah, whatever, man." He ended up saying it.
"Please contact Felix about his next move." He said that before.
He didn't say anything more; he just left. Meanwhile, he looked at the evidence he could use.
This evidence is still insufficient, particularly in the context of rampant greed. He clenched his fist at that moment.