Chapter 113: Lost my biological son

"Father!"

"Grandfather!"

All three of them shouted almost simultaneously.

Tino merely waved his hand. His subordinates immediately stepped forward and forced Beny, his wife, and Laila to their knees before him without the slightest mercy. They treated the three of them as though they were their master’s greatest enemies rather than members of his own family.

Brandon glanced at the scene beside him with a slight furrow in his brow, but he said nothing.

Tino took a brown folder from his secretary. After briefly examining its contents, he threw the documents in front of them.

Rustle!

The stack of papers scattered across the floor, with several sheets striking their faces.

Tino lowered his head and chuckled. His laughter was so terrifying that anyone who heard it would have shuddered.

Even Brandon, who had once been personally trained by Tino, felt the same tension as everyone else in the room.

Tino finally raised his head. He rose from his chair and walked toward them.

Laila shook her head.

"Grandfather, what are you doing? Are you going to punish Father and Mother? Why are you treating me like this, too? I’m your granddaughter!" she shouted.

Tino stopped right in front of Laila. His heart trembled slightly as he looked at her face.

If it weren’t for that face, which bore such a striking resemblance to his son’s, he might never have overlooked all the irregularities in the past.

Because of that resemblance alone, he had unknowingly made a fatal mistake.

Now, in front of everyone, he had to put an end to the relationship he had always believed to be a family bond.

"Laila Nair," Tino called.

"Grandfather? Tell your men to let me go first! Are your people idiots?"

"No. That isn’t right." Tino slowly shook his head. "Laila Sen."

He repeated the name in a sharp voice, paying no attention to Laila’s protests.

Laila frowned, clearly unable to understand what he meant. Meanwhile, her parents, who had been struggling under the restraint of Tino’s subordinates, finally fell silent.

They looked up at the old man with stiff expressions.

"Father..." Beny called.

Tino snorted, the corners of his lips lifting slightly.

Bam!

A kick landed squarely on Beny’s face.

However, Tino wasn’t finished. While everyone in the room was still stunned, he stepped toward the man again.

"Tango Sen."

He uttered the name as he planted his foot on the chest of the man lying on the floor.

"Tell me, has my son treated you badly all this time? Has he ever done anything to displease you? What made you dare to do all of this?"

Beny shook his head. His lips trembled as he struggled to respond.

"Father... you’ve misunderstood. I’m Beny. Look at Laila. She’s my daughter. We’re related by blood, and she is clearly my daughter."

"Father?" Tino repeated calmly. "You still dare to call me Father? You’re not Beny. You’re not my son."

Beny shook his head frantically.

"Father, you’ve misunderstood. I’m Beny, not Tango!"

Tino lowered his head. His leather shoe pressed harder against the man’s body.

"Tell me, where did you bury my son? Where is he now?" he roared.

"Grandfather!" Laila screamed.

As soon as Tino’s subordinates released her, she immediately rushed toward the old man, her face filled with confusion.

"What does all this mean? He’s not your son? He’s not my biological father?"

Laila slowly shook her head. Her panic was becoming increasingly apparent.

"Grandfather, does that mean they’ve been deceiving us all this time? How is that possible? Then where is my biological father?" she asked.

Tino turned toward her without lifting his foot from Beny’s body.

"You’re mistaken, Laila."

"Grandfather? What do you mean?"

"You’ve misunderstood everything." He pointed at the man lying on the floor. "He is your father."

The frown on Laila’s face deepened.

Tino stared at her for a few moments. Memories of the times he had always spoiled Laila flashed through his mind.

He took a long breath.

"You are indeed the biological daughter of this man, Tango. However, you are not my biological granddaughter."

His voice grew lower as he continued.

"You are not part of the Nair family. You don’t have a single drop of our family’s blood in your veins."

Laila shook her head, refusing to believe his words.

"Lies! All of this is a lie! Grandfather, you must be trying to deceive me. I’m Laila Nair. How could this be..."

Tino no longer paid any attention to Laila. His gaze returned to Tango.

"Now tell me, where did you bury my son? Where is he?!"

Tango swallowed with difficulty.

"Father, are you dreaming? I’m your son. Your only son!"

Tino’s jaw tightened. He took the pistol from his secretary and aimed it at Tango in a single swift motion.

"You still refuse to talk, Tango?"

He sneered.

"You clearly know how I operate. There is no such thing as mercy in my dictionary. Anyone who dares to offend me will eventually meet their death."

Tango’s body stiffened as the gun barrel pressed against his forehead. He swallowed again, feeling the cold metal against his skin.

"Father..." he called weakly.

Bang!

The bullet whizzed past just a centimeter from his head, striking the floor beside him.

"I’ll tell you! I’ll tell you!" Tango shouted in panic.

His wife, who was beside him, immediately screamed.

"Beny, have you gone mad? What are you going to tell him? You’re Beny! If you—"

Bang!

The next bullet pierced the woman’s arm, causing her to immediately clamp her mouth shut in pain.

"Stop polluting my ears."

Tino’s subordinates immediately stepped forward and gagged the woman.

Tango struggled to catch his breath before finally answering.

"He died during the last mission you assigned him to oversee Continent Kino."

He paused briefly before continuing in a trembling voice.

"His body is in the forest near the border. Along with his wife’s."

Tango’s wife screamed again, her voice muffled by the gag. Tears streamed down her face, while Laila stared in horror at the man she had known as her father all this time.

She was not the biological granddaughter of the Nair family. She was the biological daughter of the two people who had concealed the death of the Nair family’s real son and stolen his identity.

The biological child of the Nair family who should have died twenty years ago.

"Hahahahah!"

Tino let out a bitter laugh.

"So, everything was true. All the findings from the investigation were true?"

He raised his pistol and pointed it at Tango.

"I really have lost my biological son. It wasn’t my son Beny’s behavior that had changed. Nor was it his wife who had suddenly become different!"

One of his hands clutched his chest tightly as the pain struck him again.

"You deliberately gave Laila to me to disrupt my supervision! You wanted me to believe that nothing had changed after your last mission!"

Tino’s lips trembled with rage.

"You even dared to change your faces before returning to Continent Melvin? You also changed Laila’s face to make her resemble my biological granddaughter?!"

His furious roar echoed throughout the room.

"Father... No, Lord Tino, we were indeed at fault. However, all of this was also done at the request of Young Master Beny and his wife."

Tango hurriedly tried to explain.

"We only helped him because we didn’t want you to suffer any further. Besides, you’ve always loved Laila so much, haven’t you? She has already become Laila Nair in your eyes. You even threatened and exploited the Vein family just to protect her."

He swallowed before continuing.

"Please forgive us. Now, can’t we go back to the way things were?"

Tango began trying to persuade Tino.

"Let’s go back to living as a family. Laila can remain Laila Nair, the only granddaughter of the Nair family. Besides, haven’t all your descendants already died? You have no one left except us. If we die, you’ll surely regret it."

He forced a smile.

"I promise I won’t cause any more trouble from now on. I’ll obey all your wishes and become a good son. Let’s go back to how things were before, Father. You agree, don’t you?"

Tino laughed bitterly.

He lifted his foot from Tango’s chest, his body stumbling backward.

A flicker of satisfaction immediately appeared on Tango’s face. He quickly got up and crawled toward Tino.

However, before his hand could even touch the old man’s clothes...

Bang!

Tango’s body collapsed onto the floor.