Chapter 130 A New Relative

Chapter 130 A New Relative
Kyrill Yartsev:

What I heard sent me into complete shock. I slowly turned toward my equally stunned father.
“Dad?” I stared at him, still not believing what I had just heard. And in that moment, it hit me how stupid we were.
Now I understood why Makar had seemed so familiar! He looks just like us—same hair, same build, same shape of the eyes. The eye color was different, and there were a few small differences, but overall, we were unmistakably alike.
“And how exactly can you have children and not even know it?” I said with a mocking edge, throwing back at him the very words he once directed at me.
“She never told me she was pregnant,” my father managed to force out, staring wide-eyed at the man who was apparently his eldest son.
“She tried—but you refused to listen,” Makar snapped, anger rising in his voice. “You were too busy being devastated over Varvara’s engagement falling through and trying to seize your chance to win the love of your life! But I’m not blaming you,” he added more quietly, backing down. “I fell in love too, and I’d do anything for Dasha.”
“That doesn’t excuse her!” my father shot back emotionally. “I would never have abandoned my own child! We would’ve figured something out—if she had given me the chance!”
“Listen,” Makar lowered his head with a heavy sigh. “I don’t need anything from you. I’m not defending my mother—she could’ve told you about me, but she didn’t. My whole life she drilled into me that you abandoned us, and I believed her. I believed it so much I even wanted to help her get revenge.”
He lifted his gaze, burning now. “Yeah. I took a job at your company for a reason. We had a plan, we were looking for ways to get to you… but everything fell apart.”
“And why is that?” my father growled in disbelief.
“I met Dasha at your company,” Makar answered simply. “She—and my boys—are the most precious things in my life. I don’t need anything else. She knows me like no one else. It was Dasha who talked me out of any revenge. Because of her, I eventually realized that my mother isn’t well. She’s mentally ill. She has periods of calm and then terrible relapses. She hates Dasha—and we haven’t spoken in a long time.”
“And how exactly can you help us?” I pinched the bridge of my nose, feeling like my head was about to split open from everything happening.
Today my company was reportedly bombed, my children were kidnapped, I became a father, and now I found a long-lost brother!
A hell of a busy day for an ordinary man.
“I know where she lives. I can call her and lure her out,” Makar offered.
“And what makes you think she’ll pick up?” I asked logically. “She changed her number. Why would she cooperate?”
“She had several numbers. And besides—she doesn’t know that we’ve reconnected. I had no idea she worked for you as a nanny—we never crossed paths.”
“All right,” Mikhail stepped in. “We’ll hook your phone into my system. You call her, and we’ll trace the signal.”
Forty minutes later, we were already in my office, waiting for Svetlana to answer Makar’s call. The rapid-response team, led by Misha, was ready to deploy the moment we got a location.
“Makar?” a woman’s voice finally came through the speaker.
“Yes, Mom, it’s me. Listen… maybe we could meet?”
“Why?” she snapped sharply. We heard a door slam. “I have nothing to say to a traitor!”
“Mom, I was wrong,” Makar sighed heavily. “I want to continue what we started… with Yartsev.”
“Well, finally you’ve come to your senses!” Svetlana shrieked. “That woman of yours was poisoning your mind! She doesn’t know what it’s like to be abandoned! She’ll never understand us! She’s a stranger!”
I saw how those words pained Makar, and Dasha rolled her eyes with visible annoyance. Clearly, this wasn’t their first heated exchange.
“Yeah… we broke up,” Makar pushed forward, going all-in. A tense silence filled the line.
“Very glad to hear it,” his mother declared with satisfaction. “I hope no more hussies will cloud your mind! Although… I’ve managed just fine without you!”
“What do you mean?” he asked, and the woman burst into hysterical laughter. She was clearly unstable.
“Meet me tomorrow and you’ll see. I have to go now…”
“Mom! Let’s meet today!” Makar tried to hold her on the line.
“No. I have important things to do today. I’ll call you tomorrow.”
The call cut off, and I turned to Misha.
“We got the origin of the signal,” he announced. “Some dacha settlement outside the city…”
“Yes!” Makar blurted out. “She has a country house. I know exactly where. I’ll show you!”