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The day of Daniel’s court appearance or his doom, rather, arrived without surprise; the outcome was even more predictable. There had never been any real question about the verdict.Quinton hated losing, it grated on him more than death itself, yet he had still taken on a case destined for failure, a guaranteed stain on his record. His old man owed Senior Mr. Holston, and duty left no room for refusal.What did come as a surprise, in this entire saga, was the media frenzy. The case drew more coverage than a political upheaval caught mid-explosion, broadcasted not only nationally but internationally, sparking a buzz that lingered for over a month.It was an open-and-shut case, weighed down by overwhelming, irrefutable evidence. In all fairness, neither Thomas nor Quinton were given the chance to display their professional prowess, two of the country’s most formidable barristers, each known for shaking courtrooms with their methodical and persuasive eloquence, reduced to spectators in a
“Big treasure, tell me, how long do you think would be an appropriate sentence for Mr Holston?” Thomas turned to Chris Jnr, wanting to know their thoughts. He didn’t think it was unreasonable to pose such a question to a six-year-old. Chris’s parenting style was different, and both Big Treasure and Little Treasure were more than capable of forming their own opinions, regardless of age.““How long isn’t the question…” Chris Jnr shook his head with a sly smile. “The real focus should be how widely the case is covered.”“Why?” Penny furrowed her brow as she looked at her younger cousins in confusion.“What do you think has a greater impact…” Chris Jnr’s mannerisms mirrored Chris’s as he spoke in a calm, measured tone. “Being quietly locked away… or being named and shamed in front of the entire world until you wish yourself out of existence?”“For someone like Mr Holston, the second would mean social death and thereby…” Penny paused, her eyes lighting up as understanding dawned. “Ah… now
The officers stepped inside and greeted Grandpa Holston respectfully before turning to acknowledge Daniel, who had just managed to sit upright.Grandpa Holston reciprocated the greeting, maintaining a calm expression although his fingers tightened around the head of his cane.“Mr Holston, I am detective chief superintendent Sean Ernst, and this is Commissioner Irvine Moss.” One of the officers started the conversation introducing himself.He turned his head, towards Grandpa Holston, once again acknowledging him with a respectful nod, before stating the purpose of his visit, in a calm, detached tone “Mr Holston, you have been formally charged with abduction and unlawful detainment of Mrs Walters and attempted murder of Mr and Mrs Walters’ unborn quadruplets.”“That is my wife….” Daniel’s voice cut in, rough and edged with raw bitterness.Grandpa Holston sat where he was, neither condemning nor condoning, the only giveaway of his reaction was the faint creak of wood on the floor and the
“Heavens…. This truly is your retribution...” Grandpa Holston wept as he shook his head in regret.Daniel sighed as he tried to sit up, to comfort Grandpa Holston; however he fell back despite trying his best, but this successfully got Grandpa Holston out of self-reproach and brought his attention back to his precious grandson. He stopped wallowing in his grief, his grandson needed him most now, he couldn’t fall… at least not yet!He patted Daniel’s hand in a comforting manner, supressing his own grief “Alright… alright… we have to look forward.”Neither Grandpa nor grandson spoke for a while before Daniel broke the silence “Grandpa, how’s everything at company?”“Holding on…. barely…” Grandpa Holston sighed before sinking into his thoughts once again. After a while he asked, “Would you resent me if….” he paused, unable to ask out loud the thought that had been haunting him in the past 2 weeks.“Grandpa, I won’t blame nor will I resent you.” Daniel shook his head as he comforted his gr
Grandpa Holston woke up the next morning to the good news of Daniel regaining consciousness. He rushed over to find Daniel to check on his precious grandson, only to find him with a vacant gaze.“Son, how are you feeling?” Grandpa Holston asked anxiously as he sat near his bed, holding his hand, in an attempt to bring his soul back from wherever it wandered off to.Daniel turned his gaze to look at Grandpa Holston; he tried to steady his gaze on Grandpa Holston’s face, as though searching for recognition before muttering in a low, despondent voice “I lost…. I lost so miserably… I lost my wife and kids… I have nothing left!”“Not all is lost… not all…” Grandpa Holston choked as he patted Daniel’s hand affectionately “You are still breathing….and that’s all that matters. You have the rest of your life, live it well.”“Don’t stay stuck in the past…” Grandpa Holston’s voice seemed to have aged considerably in the last 4 weeks “The past has left our grasp, trying to hold on to it, is as foo
Grandpa Holston’s body couldn’t hold on any longer, no matter how he argued that he could go, insisting on guarding his precious grandson by himself; Ron, who had grown up alongside Daniel could see through the farce and knew that was his body could not hold any longer; he was holding on with nothing more than sheer willpower. Hence insisted on booking an additional room and sending Grandpa Holston to rest, with a promise to wake him up as soon as Daniel regained consciousness.The last 4 weeks hadn’t been peaceful for the Holston’s; Both Burkes and Walters meant what they said, neither showed any mercy or consideration for old friendships when they attacked. Only relief was that Chris didn’t join the mix; it wasn’t because he was magnanimous to forgive but his genuine consideration and respect for his kids’ heritage. But either way both Grandpa Holston and Chris knew that it wouldn’t matter if he joined the fray or not, Holston’s would be history.As he laid to rest, sighing at the fa
The next few weeks went by peacefully except for Chris being on tenterhooks with Emile being in her 8th month. Darcy, Grace and Marcus moved to Darcy’s villa in the main residence although Chris and Eva continued to stay in their private villa outside. Neil and Abbey decided to go back after Emile’s
“No…. no….no…. That’s not what I meant.” Neil almost slapped himself as he realized how muddled his explanation was. “What I explained right now was how the treatment was supposed to work.” Neil sighed “But somehow, one of the students who came under Master’s tutelage was not appreciative of Master’
As they were scrubbing out of the theatre Chiara asked the question that was bothering her the most. “Dr Livingston, that method of treatment seemed magical and lifesaving.” Chiara pursed her lips uncomfortably before continuing “Why doesn’t your master want to share this with the world? Why does he
Chris didn’t know when he dozed off but was woken up by the footsteps outside their room even though they were barely audible. He too was a light sleeper like most people in trained in martial arts and didn’t give a damm about who he offended. He turned his gaze towards his sleeping beauty to see th







