Derek's hands trembled greatly, it was Morphie, Brenda's elder brother calling.

Just a feet away from his mother in law on to fall in the hands of the son.

All along, Derek was sure Morphie's call would only add more salt to his injury, but which seemed better, to pick and get insulted or avoid and receive a bigger bundle of visitation?

To avoid the second option from happening, which only God knew what dimension it could take, Derek picked the call.

Immediately, he was greeted by hot venomous words. "Bloody asshole! What took you so long in picking up my calls? Scared that I might chop that annoying face of yours off huh?" 

Derek left with no choice, leaned on his chin and allowed the ocean of words to fall directly on his laps. "You've got no shame I must say," Morphie chuckled loudly mockingly and continued. 

"Even a lazy asshole like you is prepared to be a father huh! You've got no job yet you've got some shameless thing between that thigh of yours to put my sister in the family way?!" Morphie mocked without mincing words.

"Family way!" Derek had exclaimed openly and unwittingly. Brenda never told him she was pregnant, they slept and awoke together on the same bed, but she never made effort to even unwittingly spill it.

It pained Derek greatly to have discovered this from the mocking words of a stranger, all of this amounts to just one thing, Brenda seemed no longer interested in him anymore.

While he nibbled on that, Morphie even made a jest out of him the more, to have realized he never knew his wife was pregnant. 

As if that wasn't enough, he went on to tell Derek more, which finally threw him off his balance.

"You are just à fool Derek, trust me you are! A capital FOOL! How do you think the whole organization is rejecting you, why do you think your certificate is enviable, yet those who aren't as qualified as you get a better job!"

"I bet you've never thought about this," he scoffed mockingly once more and declared. "You are a just a feet from being a excommunicated … mum placed a decree to have you rejected wherever you went for a job, so why are you still living? Why not die off?"

For the very first time, Derek's eyes watered, and in a short while, he had some hot and uncontrolled tears stream down his cheek. 

That day had been nothing but a complete mess up for him, everything boiled down from Brenda to Morphie's revelation. 

As such, he simply felt like walking into the cold hands of death himself, living was no longer an option for him.

It was obvious, the Reids hated him, he wondered how Mrs. Reid had sent out the order and yet pressurized him to get a job or have Brenda taken away.

Derek got to recall how he had a job the first year of their marriage, he was able to fend and provide for his family, until they got to reconcile and apologize to the family and everything simply turned sour.

He had all this run through his mind before Morphie declared his last. "If by twenty-four hours you are yet to get a job, then consider yourself a nobody to Brenda anymore, forget she existed, and forget about that thing you implanted inside of her."

As it should, the call went off instantly.

Derek stood to his feet and walked without aim for over an hour. After such a long walk, he got tired. The fatigue from every single devastating moment finally caught up with him, plus the fact that he still was on an empty stomach.

He never could tell how long he had walked, as he was just too weak to process anything at the moment, a myriad of emotions ran through his heart at the recall of his experiences.

As if all this was never enough for the day, while he staggered along the walkway, he was too lost to realize a black Lincoln Limousine pulls up right beside him.

Before he could process anything further, he had about three burly men all in masks, hurl him into the vehicle. 

Derek wanted to scream for help, but he just was too weak to do so, and even if he did, he was pretty sure no one would come for him.

A part of him was quite joyed he was kidnapped, another part of him trembled greatly to realize how troubled Brenda might be if she found out he was kidnapped, that's if she still cared.

If she did, then it would never favor her present condition.

Throughout the drive, his eye had been covered with a black scarf, he couldn't tell who was who, all he felt was thick darkness revolting around him, and the domineering aura of his captors.

He tried as much as possible to plead for just an opportunity to speak with Brenda, but even his lips failed him as they seemed glued together out of extreme fatigue.

Nothing else ran through his mind other than imagining different death methods, death by gun, suffocation, sliting the neck, dying by being electrocuted, or the last… that was it, he was out of options.

He thought the best he could do was to plead with his captors to let him die a peaceful death, not a terrific one after all he had passed through.

Just as he did pounder in this, the vehicle pulled up, and he got dragged into only God knows where.

Roughly handled, he was thrown to a single chair and tied to it with the blindfold still intact. On the whole, he never felt the presence of anyone before him.

 A minute passed, two, three, four till ten minutes did pass, then someone came from behind, and roughly loosened the scarf.

While he flickered his eye for a clearer vision of his current location, his vision picked an old man up front, the old man seemed to be in his late 60s and he was dressed luxuriously.

Before he could process the next thing, he heard the old man yell out. "How dare you treat our young master this way?"