Behind Blue Eyes
Copyright© 2025 by DB86
Chapter 12
Four days later, Robert was driving to Seattle. He knew his father was staying in a hotel close to the airport. Probably making a case against Janice.
Alistair was surprised to see his son at his room door.
“What are doing here, Son?” Alistair asked, feigning ignorance.
Robert entered the room without saying a word or looking his father in the eye. There were papers scattered all over the desk and on the table.
“You know darn well what I’m doing here, Father, and don’t you even try denying that you weren’t expecting me.”
“That girl voluntarily gave up her rights, Robert. I have signed documents...”
“Those documents were signed under duress, Father, and are therefore invalid”, Robert interrupted him not giving his father time to argue. “I finally know the truth about why Janice left. I know the truth about her supposed death.”
Robert took out a paper from his suitcase and started reading.
“Alistair Campbell convinced me that he was representing his son, Robert Fitzgerald Campbell, and that he had hired him to handle ‘this mess’. His words, not mine. Alistair Campbell sent me to the St. Mary Magdalene private clinic. I was hospitalized there for six months. Once I gave birth to my baby, he forced me to give up my parental rights to my son.
First, he tried to bribe me by offering me hundreds of thousands of dollars, and when I refused to take his money, he threatened to destroy me. He had money, power, and connections. I had none of that. I was a scared young girl who couldn’t get a hold of what was happening to me. So, I accepted his deal because he convinced me that Robert Campbell never loved me. Alistair Campbell said to me, I was just one of his conquests, his mistress. He assured me that Robert Campbell never had the intention to marry me. His love for me had been an act...”
“Do I need to keep reading?”
“Come on, Robert, you can’t believe what that girl says! Of course, she is going to say that!”
“That girl is the mother of my son and the victim of the evilest plot you have ever devised. How could you, Father? HOW COULD YOU!” Robert yelled in his father’s face.
Alistair crossed his arms over his chest. “It’s her word against mine.”
“No, father. I’ve invested good money in a PI. They’ve got several affidavits filed by nurses who were working at the private clinic at that time. Some of them still work there. They traced some of the goons you used to keep an eye on Janice. A couple of them were pissed at you because you forgot about them after that.”
Alistair opened and closed his mouth.
“Did you forget I know all your passwords? I’ve hired some expert to go through your financial records. The money you paid to the private clinic was tracked back to the ghost company you use for your dirty affairs. Also, the money you gave Janice.”
“This is not the place to talk about this. Let’s go home.” Alistair put a hand on his son’s arm, but he shook it off.
“This is exactly the place to talk about this! Come on, Counselor, talk to the jury. Convince them that you are innocent.” Robert opened his arms to include the whole room.
Alistair licked his lips.
“Back then, you weren’t thinking clearly, son. You were infatuated with a small-town poor girl who was beneath you. Your hormones were ruling your decisions, and you couldn’t see she was after your money.”
Robert crossed his arms on his chest and looked at his father with murderous eyes.
“Really? Is this the best you got? The jury is not convinced.”
“Then, to make matters worse, you got her pregnant! I had been trying to introduce you to fine young ladies, from good families, and you date this girl and get her pregnant?” Alistair took just one look at his son’s face, he saw his fist clenching and stopped talking.
“Why didn’t you let Janice keep her son? Why did you take her baby from her, Counselor?”
“Because that baby was a ticking bomb that could explode in our faces any minute! All that girl needed to do was ask for a paternity test, and we were doomed. So I took her baby to protect us, to protect you. Imagine she came back five, or ten years later asking for backup child support. Imagine the scandal!”
“To protect us? Be honest for once in your pathetic life! To protect your fucking precious money and reputation, you should say!” Robert was now screaming at his father.
“The kid didn’t turn out so bad, did he? He went to the better schools; he got everything he wanted...”
“Except for the love of his mother...” Robert snapped.
“Love doesn’t put money in your pocket. It doesn’t put food on the table, and it doesn’t pay the doctor’s bills. Benjamin is growing up in a life full of possibilities. What kind of life would he have had in that backwater town?”
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