Ezekiel Ericsson's POV
I have just called for a meeting and all my children are present. They stared at me silently as I unfolded the file in my hands.
Tasha has stayed locked in her room and has refused to come out. Fred's condition is getting better, though he isn't awake yet.
My eyes widened at the results. I ran a DNA test and I still had a little hope that Fred was mine.
"Dad, did you just call to stare at you? I have better things to do." Monalisa said to sassily.
"You will be quiet and listen to me." I crumbled the piece of paper in my hands.
"Dad, you don't seem okay. What's wrong?" One of my children asked.
"Nothing, I feel like the walls are closing in on me. I guess my dark past is catching up with me."
"Can you be more straightforward?"
"You brother Fred is not my son and would not be allowed in this house any longer. I have made him sign all necessary documents to cut him off from the business." There was so much spite in my voice.
