Reincarnated as a Fisherman and a Dad Chapter 62
Now that he had caught their attention, Larry cleared his throat and discussed his intention with a composed yet slightly proud tone.
"I have a house near the bay harbor. You can live there for half a year and it won't be a problem. You don't have to pay any rent, it's my way of returning the favor," Larry Araneto spoke firmly, his voice sincere enough that everyone briefly looked up in surprise.
Maya turned to Karlos, waiting for his response, unsure if they should trust someone they barely knew. Larry's offer seemed great, but she had to trust her husband. She knew about Karlos saving Larry, but she didn't expect that Larry would show up today and express his intention of helping in such a generous way, it almost felt unreal.
"Your house?" Karlos asked with a hint of suspicion, his brows slightly furrowed.
"I have a property at the bay harbor. I know that you work as a fisherman, and it will probably be hard for you if you can't dock your boat in a safe place. If you can't find a rental house near the shore, your next choice is the properties close to the bay. But most houses at the bay are expensive, and you'll probably have a hard time with that," Larry explained calmly as he assessed Karlos's reaction. At first, he just wanted to help Karlos, but he realized something important... so he might as well do his best.
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Karlos was hesitant. But Larry had a point. After thinking about it, Karlos extended his hand, asking for a handshake. He decided to trust Larry this time.
"Thank you, I'll accept your offer."
"Great, I'm happy to help." Larry grinned and shook his hand.
Karlos and Maya agreed on the L-shaped house for an estimated 2 million pesos. The construction company promised that the expenses wouldn't increase beyond 2.1 million pesos, and they even signed a contract under the afternoon sun. The company was also responsible for creating new fences for the property, and they handled the building permit as well.
Larry and Roman didn't stay longer and excused themselves, but before Roman left, he passed a note to Karlos.
"I heard about you selling your pearls. I know a trusted jewelry shop that will appraise your pearls for the best amount. You can visit their shop in Evitac City." Roman left after that without another word.
"Evitac City..."
Karlos murmured. Evitac City was the place where his relatives lived. He never had great memories in that city.
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"I'm going to drive this time," Larry said, rubbing his palms, excited to drive the sports car as his eyes glimmered mischievously.
"Fuck off, you don't have your license. This is my car, you don't have a say in it."
"What?"
"Come on, people are looking. Let's leave. You don't want anyone to recognize you."
"Okay, fine." Larry sat in the passenger seat with disappointment, muttering something under his breath about injustice. It had been a month since the last time he touched a steering wheel.
While on the road, Larry's tone turned cold. His playful grin faded, replaced by the seriousness of someone who had too many thoughts.
"Roman, you have a lot to explain to me, you bastard."
"About what?"
"You know about Karlos."
"Well, we met at the fish port. But apparently, based on what Alfred said, we had met earlier back when he sold his catch on my yacht, but I don't have a recollection of that part."
"Yeah right, as if I'll believe that. For now, I'll keep my mouth shut. But I lost all of my respect for your father."
"Larry, I think your brain lacks oxygen after you almost drowned. I have no idea what you're talking about."
"I can't believe your dad cheated on my aunt." Larry clicked his tongue loudly, causing Roman to tighten his grip on the steering wheel.
"What!? Where did you get that conclusion?"
"Isn't it obvious? That guy looks like a brother of yours! I thought Alfonso would be the only doppelganger you have since you guys are twins, but I was so fucking wrong. Karlos looks like you and Alfonso."
Alfonso was Roman's older brother and also his twin, identical in face but opposite in temperament.
"You're crazy. That guy doesn't look like me at all."
"You're the one who's crazy. How about this, why don't you try doing a DNA test on Karlos? I can help you with that. I can contact the caretaker who manages the villa they'll stay in for months, she can gather hair or nails."
"Why do I have to do that? That's an invasion of privacy. Being in the police makes you concoct fake stories."
"If Alfonso were here, he'd probably agree with what I said. He's smarter than you."
"Say that again and I'll kick you out of my car. Don't add my brother to the conversation."
Roman didn't like that Larry praised Alfonso and treated him better. It didn't help that Roman was kicked out of Maynila and was now living in the countryside. This only made his mood worse. He felt like he was being punished and thought that his parents chose Alfonso over him, and that thought haunted him.
As for his younger brother, Roman had no idea what was going on in that guy's head. Either he was gambling or fucking girls without a care.
'That younger brother of mine, he doesn't even have any business sense to handle a job,' Roman sighed softly.
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A few days later.
"...Babe, are you sure this is the right place?"
Maya nervously asked Karlos as they stared at the villa in front of them, a breathtaking sight that almost made her doubt the address written on the paper. The couple wanted to see the place that Larry mentioned in the address, yet they had no idea that it was this huge, with a grand-looking entrance. It was twice as big as the land that Maya inherited. Furthermore, the bungalow house was outstanding. There was a garden, an annex, and a pool that sparkled under the morning light.
"I'm not sure."
This was different from what they expected. They thought it would be a simple house, at best, not a luxurious villa that screamed wealth in every corner.
"Are you Mr. Alejandro? I'm Wanda, the caretaker of this villa. The second young master told me that you would arrive today."
An old woman opened the gate and greeted them with a smile that was both kind and professional, showing years of experience serving wealthy families. Her master, Larry Araneto, had said that some Alejandros would live in the villa for half a year and that they should be taken care of with great attention.
Wanda knew that the Aranetos and Alejandros were related, so she didn't find it surprising, though she quietly wondered why the second young master was suddenly interested in helping people.
"I-Is that so?" Maya stuttered. Based on the caretaker's expression, the villa was indeed the place they would live in for a while, and she couldn't help but feel both grateful and nervous at the same time.
"Let's go in, I'll tour you," Wanda said, leading them inside as the heavy gate closed behind them with a soft clang.