written testimony is very important. We will counter Angie’s allegations in detail. Read her testimony very carefully, repeatedly so that you will know how to refute her claims in a manner that is believable, enough for the fiscal to junk the charges for lack of merit. Don’t worry, I will assist you every step of the way in drafting this. Just be eloquent in your expression. Clarity and order of your thoughts and recollection are very important.”
He looked his lawyer straight in the eye. “What are the chances of me walking away from the rape charge?”
“That will depend on your testimony and Angie’s. This is a difficult case, Jaq. But I will do everything I can to help you.”
That was almost a conviction but he tried to show his appreciation of this person who was his main lifeline right now. He had no choice but to trust him completely. “Thank you so much, attorney. I will read this again. Tomorrow, I’d be ready to write down my affidavit.”
The lawyer gave him a sad, sympathetic look. “Are you okay here? They’re not harassing you or anything?”
He shook his head. So far, he had been left alone by his cell mates. He couldn’t say the same when he got transferred to a bigger cell some place else. He inwardly shuddered at the thought. “I’m okay. Thank you.”
“Okay. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Glenn left.
He no longer went over Angie’s testimony again.
He cannot bear to read her ugly lies the second time.
Debra stood in the middle of the vast room, her insides quivering in fear. Everything she saw spoke of power. It was the last place she wanted to be in.
After that single phone call to Ruben, Jaq never made contact again. Together with Ruben and Celica and some of their relatives, they looked for Jaq in all the possible places he could be but they didn’t find him. They’d learned from Dario that Jaq had indeed stayed for a couple of days at their rest house with a beautiful young woman Jaq had claimed to be his girlfriend, confirming her worst fear– Jaq had fallen in love with Manolo’s daughter.
Of all the young women in the world...! God!
Jaq was missing for more than a week now. She went to the police with Ruben and Celica to report Jaq’s disappearance but until now, he had not been located. She was so afraid something bad had happened to her son. She couldn’t go on asking the people who knew Jaq one by one. She went straight to the person she knew who can give her answers.
A door opened.
Manolo Yulo came out.
They stared at each other.
The huge room seemed too small now to contain all the painful memories between them. Two decades shrunk into this very moment.
“What are you doing here?” Manolo spoke, his voice cold. Very cold.
“Manolo,” she uttered his name softly. She had not said it aloud in so long. “Manolo…my son. Where is my son?”
He didn’t answer and continued staring at her with stoic calm.
She took a step toward him. “Manolo, I beg you, whatever my son did, please forgive him. He’s a good boy–”
“He abducted my daughter,” he said softly but his voice was full of quiet menace.
She shook her head. “No, Jaq would never do such a thing. Manolo, please!”
“He raped her.”
She blanched. “No! Jaq would never... I raised him well...”
He expelled a scoffing laugh. “Yes, you indeed raised him. I expected no less from a whore’s son. He will rot in jail, I swear, Debra.”
He turned around.
She grabbed his arm. “Manolo, please I’m begging you! He’s so young, only twenty-three! Can we talk about this? Compromise? Please!”
He wrenched his arm from her grasp.
“Manolo, please, don’t hurt my son. Can’t you see, the children eloped! Jaq did not kidnap your daughter. They were having a relationship! Jaq loves her, I am sure! He will take care of her, marry her–”
“You think I’d let your son taint my blood, you bitch? I’ll kill him before that happens! Get out!”
She stared at the man she had once
He looked his lawyer straight in the eye. “What are the chances of me walking away from the rape charge?”
“That will depend on your testimony and Angie’s. This is a difficult case, Jaq. But I will do everything I can to help you.”
That was almost a conviction but he tried to show his appreciation of this person who was his main lifeline right now. He had no choice but to trust him completely. “Thank you so much, attorney. I will read this again. Tomorrow, I’d be ready to write down my affidavit.”
The lawyer gave him a sad, sympathetic look. “Are you okay here? They’re not harassing you or anything?”
He shook his head. So far, he had been left alone by his cell mates. He couldn’t say the same when he got transferred to a bigger cell some place else. He inwardly shuddered at the thought. “I’m okay. Thank you.”
“Okay. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Glenn left.
He no longer went over Angie’s testimony again.
He cannot bear to read her ugly lies the second time.
Debra stood in the middle of the vast room, her insides quivering in fear. Everything she saw spoke of power. It was the last place she wanted to be in.
After that single phone call to Ruben, Jaq never made contact again. Together with Ruben and Celica and some of their relatives, they looked for Jaq in all the possible places he could be but they didn’t find him. They’d learned from Dario that Jaq had indeed stayed for a couple of days at their rest house with a beautiful young woman Jaq had claimed to be his girlfriend, confirming her worst fear– Jaq had fallen in love with Manolo’s daughter.
Of all the young women in the world...! God!
Jaq was missing for more than a week now. She went to the police with Ruben and Celica to report Jaq’s disappearance but until now, he had not been located. She was so afraid something bad had happened to her son. She couldn’t go on asking the people who knew Jaq one by one. She went straight to the person she knew who can give her answers.
A door opened.
Manolo Yulo came out.
They stared at each other.
The huge room seemed too small now to contain all the painful memories between them. Two decades shrunk into this very moment.
“What are you doing here?” Manolo spoke, his voice cold. Very cold.
“Manolo,” she uttered his name softly. She had not said it aloud in so long. “Manolo…my son. Where is my son?”
He didn’t answer and continued staring at her with stoic calm.
She took a step toward him. “Manolo, I beg you, whatever my son did, please forgive him. He’s a good boy–”
“He abducted my daughter,” he said softly but his voice was full of quiet menace.
She shook her head. “No, Jaq would never do such a thing. Manolo, please!”
“He raped her.”
She blanched. “No! Jaq would never... I raised him well...”
He expelled a scoffing laugh. “Yes, you indeed raised him. I expected no less from a whore’s son. He will rot in jail, I swear, Debra.”
He turned around.
She grabbed his arm. “Manolo, please I’m begging you! He’s so young, only twenty-three! Can we talk about this? Compromise? Please!”
He wrenched his arm from her grasp.
“Manolo, please, don’t hurt my son. Can’t you see, the children eloped! Jaq did not kidnap your daughter. They were having a relationship! Jaq loves her, I am sure! He will take care of her, marry her–”
“You think I’d let your son taint my blood, you bitch? I’ll kill him before that happens! Get out!”
She stared at the man she had once
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