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“I understand.” Ron stood up; he felt disappointed even though he knew the outcome. He looked at Chris “I don’t blame you. I would do the same if I were in your shoes.”‘Would he? Would he even have the magnanimity to invite the person inside?’ The thought came uninvited. His face paled in shame.“Hymph!” Little treasure hmphed folding her arms across her chests; she looked like a puffer fish, her face puffed up and red in anger. However, Chris intervened before the little demon princess could throw a tantrum.He would have chosen silence; that was his norm. He never felt the need to explain himself to anyone other than his wife and family. But they never needed one.The only reason he intervened was his little firecracker. There were some battles that he didn’t want his kids to be tainted by, and this was one of them.Chris’s lips curled in mockery, as he said mildly, “I am not sure what you understand…”That was all. No raised voice. No edge.And yet, Ron felt it land harder than an
“Boss, there is a Mr Humphrey at the door, requesting a meeting.” Jeffrey announced curling his lips, despite trying to hide his annoyance.‘When would these flies stop buzzing around his boss’s head? How big an offense would it be if he squished them, himself without the boss’s knowledge?’Chris didn’t even look up, just waved his hand.That was enough.Jeffrey inclined his head, ‘he had expected this outcome.’He led Mr Humphrey to the formal lounge, the space reserved for entertaining guests, for conversations that were not business related. His face a mask of respectful indifference regardless of his personal feelings.Ron stepped in with a stiffness he couldn’t quite mask. He wasn’t comfortable being here, but he couldn’t refuse Grandpa Holston.He knew that none of them had the right to make any requests of Chris and Emile. Every step he took into this house only reinforced it. Still, a promise was a promise. So, he came anyway.Shamelessly.He was prepared to be kicked out the
Grandpa Holston entrusted Ron with the message for Chris and Emile. He no longer had the face, nor the courage, to stand before them and endure the weight of disappointment.He had failed his best friend… and in doing so, shattered the trust and honour both Chris and Emile had once offered him without hesitation, despite the stakes in their peace if he failed their trust and let the information slip to his grandson.He knew better than anyone how fragile trust was … how precious it was when they offered it to him despite being aware of the risks. Although he had lived up to their trust for many years, he still failed them miserably when it mattered.What face did he have?Still… he couldn’t quite leave.Before leaving, he lingered in the shadows of Rose Villa, drawn by a longing he did not deserve. From afar, he caught sight of his great-grandsons.He did not step forward. He did not call out.Even this small farewell was beyond him. That would require dignity and courage, both of whi
“Senior Mr Holston is indeed wise.” Mark scoffed lightly as they gathered. Lorenzo arched a brow, amused, while the others listened attentively.“He cut his losses in time, instead of choosing to perish”“That isn’t him.” Chris shook his head, “He’s old school- a fighter. He would have chosen to go down swinging, if left to his devices. That move has Daniel written all over it.”“He? That wise?” Darcy ridiculed openly.“Despite his flaws, he has a brilliant business mind.” Chris was never one to undermine someone’s worth; he gave credit where it was due.Everyone fell silent, not because they had nothing more to add, but out of respect for Chris Jnr and Emm…… though the little troublemakers themselves couldn’t care less.Grandpa Holston could no longer bear to remain in their ancestral home. People often came to offer their sympathies, some genuine, others merely curious, and a few who lingered just long enough to press at wounds that had never begun to heal.This had once been a plac
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 t
“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 I
Back at the hospital, Carl once again assessed all of Emile’s vitals, making sure she was tolerating the drug well and noted his observations. Just as she was about to wake up, he injected the rest of the drug from the larger 30 ml syringe at a slow rate as he activated the machine simultaneously.He
“You said… I…sent…her….a ….message???” Abbey stammered, her complexion turning pale.Chris cursed out loud losing his composure as he stormed out the room. Night Wing hugged Abbey in a feeble attempt to pacify her before hurrying after Chris.Chris’s voice wasn’t very loud, but it did succeed in attra
“Master….” Bai-Min and Lai-Li called in unison as they saw their master spitting yet another mouthful of blood. They had just finished the little girl’s treatment and were regulating their internal energy when they heard their master coughing with a mouthful of blood. However, both of them were shoc
Many miles away, in a hospital, in a quiet coastal town, in one of the most luxurious suites of the hospital, a lady was lying on the hospital bed. Although she was asleep, her brows knitted together, and facial muscles tensed as though her dreams were bothering her; a man sat beside the bed, his fa







