A College Girl Claimed My Son Got Her Pregnant and Demanded $30K, The Truth Shocked Us
“Wow, it’s scary.”
*”The internet says the owner is a terrible person, and I thought it wasn’t true, but it seems you really are like the parent of a man who assaulted women.”
“I suggest that you should apologize if you think you did something wrong.”
She twisted away from me; her movements were as if she expected me to punch her even though I had not raised a hand.
“Miss, that’s not a nice way to talk.”
“Melissa is probably tired from all the things happening.”
Mr. Anderson defended me, but that wasn’t the point. I was about to explain that the fundamental issue was different.
Then suddenly her bag fell from the back of her chair. It must have moved while she was twisting and turning. Despite my simmering rage towards her, my service industry instinct kicked in and I moved to pick up her bag.
But then I saw it. Karen Williams. The name written on the student ID card that had fallen out stopped me in my tracks.
“No worries, I’ll pick it up myself.”
She hurriedly got off her chair to pick up her bag and ID, but I got there first.
“Hey, give it back!”
But it wasn’t a mistake; that name was the one on that letter with a pregnancy test, which wouldn’t even serve as evidence of anything.
“So it was you. I’ve been looking for you, Karen Williams.”
“I must have swapped it with the friends by mistake. I’m not Karen.”
“Your face and the one on the ID are the same. Interesting. So you’re a student at Central College?”
“No, I’m telling you, you’re mistaken.”
Beside her, who started being flustered, Mr. Anderson was clearly puzzled and having no idea what was going on.
“I’m going to sue you.”
My words spoken in front of a few scattered patrons caused everyone in the bar to turn around.
“What? What did I do?”
“I believe you are the one who knows really well what you did.”
“Since we’re all here, why don’t we let everyone here know?”
I looked around the bar; it was mostly filled with regulars. While it’s nice to have regulars, it meant that almost no new customers were coming in. I couldn’t help but feel furious about this young woman disrupting our business.
“Let me start. Are you the one who called claiming my son assaulted you and impregnated you, demanding alimony?”
I glared at her and pressing her for an answer.
“Yes, that’s me. I’m the one your son assaulted.”
Seeing that there was no way to deny it anymore, she admitted it surprisingly readily.
“What? You want to embarrass me in front of all these people?”
“This could backfire, you know, considering the reputation of your bar.”
She crossed her arms defiantly and completely brazen. Her attitude only served to fuel my anger further.
“Mr. Murphy, bring everything over.”
I instructed him to hurry up and bring me a laptop from the store’s office, along with a stack of envelopes and documents that could be about four inches high.
“Was it you who kept sending harassing letters to the store over and over again?”
I read some of the letters in a loud voice so that other customers in the store can hear. Pay up or run, this owner is a criminal’s parent, her son impregnates a college girl and doesn’t even apologize. Poor souls being forced to eat food from this woman’s restaurant. I’m sure I’m going to make customers not come to the store; it’s for the greater good.
Some were covering their mouths at the harsh words among the regulars who heard the content.
“This is completely threatening.”
“There’s no evidence that I sent this letter.”
“Maybe some outsider who heard the rumors sent it just for fun.”
As she was desperately making excuses, I silently opened my laptop and presented her with the screen of another review site.
“Some of you here may have seen this, the defamation on this review site. You did this too, right?”
“I’m saying, where is the evidence? Are you all right in the head?”
“Evidence, evidence. You seem to love evidence so much, even though the one you presented is such a mess.”
