There was a wave of hullabaloo that swept across the hall for a few moments. Achiel had just yelled over the phone. He had just made a call. The call he had made wasn't the concern. The major concern that got the people talking was the name that Achiel had mentioned over the phone!"Did he just say Eric?" Someone randomly called. Not many people care about who had spoken. "Eric? Who is Eric?" Someone else asked. "I'm not sure of what to think. There are so many Eric's. But I'm certain that it's definitely not the Eric that we are all thinking about." Jones defended blindly. Achiel just kept Mira in his arms. He didn't care about what the people were talking about. "Grandmother." Doris called at the top of her voice. "I know that I am in no position to say this, but I'm not sure if I can keep quiet anymore." Doris took a pause. "She's always not in the position." Someone muttered, sneering at Doris. Doris didn't hear the person, so it wasn't much of her concern. She continued wi

Pascal wished that there would be a sort of magic that he could perform to turn back the hasty hand of time. He wished there was a sort of way to avoid this humiliation. It was already killing him that he had kowtowed once to Achiel, but eleven more times?! It felt like he would die at another try. But he knew too well what the implications of going back on his words would mean. He couldn't dare to curse at his mother. Neither because of his ego or his status. Neither of the two was bigger than the respect that he had for his mother. "Are you really serious?! You want an elderly man to bow to you eleven times?" Jones suddenly picked up the rein when he realised that his father was becoming uncomfortable with the situation. "Even if you have no respect for him, at least don't you wish you had your own father? Would you let your father bow to someone else?" Jones attacked Achiel with more sophisticated weapons of tongue. Achiel slowly looked away from Pascal, who was feeling very hu

Achiel allowed her to have enough time to jump on her feet. When she was back on her feet, she looked a little jumpy and weird. She turned around to hurry away. "What were you doing?" Achiel finally called at her, and she stopped. Though Achiel already took a guess that she was eavesdropping, yet he felt the need to make her understand that he knew what she had done. Though he couldn't say for sure why he had asked the question, yet he found no reason why he shouldn't have asked. She was reluctant to turn to face him. Achiel made it easy for her. He decided to walk to her, stopping right behind her. "Are you going to talk, Miss Rachel?" Achiel could still recall her name. Even though he had only heard her name mentioned once. "So what if I was eavesdropping?" She spun around with a glare at Achiel. "Who knew what you were up to? Are you trying to tell me that I don't have the right to know what you have come to do? Grandmother's safety is my priority. It doesn't matter how petty

Achiel was driving in a car and was over the phone. His brows were knitted, and his jaws tightened. From his facial reactions, it was quite obvious that he was very pissed off. His phone was pressed to his left ear as he stared into the less busy road, waiting for the call to be answered. "What did I tell you in the first place?" He yelled at the receiver as soon as the call went through. He waited for a while for the receiver to speak. "What do you mean? If I found her there, would I be calling you again?" He snapped, the rage spreading across his whole face. He gritted his teeth. Whatever the receiver had said must be annoying him even more and more. "Shut the hell up and don't say any other thing! Be rest assured that I will not give you a dime for your service if I don't find her as soon as possible. I have no idea how it is so impossible for you to keep her with you. Where am I supposed to look to find her? I don't even know what her hobbies are!!!" Achiel eventually hung th

9.am. White Hall. The meeting had started, and everyone was present. All families, grandchildren, sons-in-law, daughters-in-law, and great grand children. Just like the day that Grandma celebrated her birthday. Everyone was present except the grandmother. Since the old woman was not present yet, there was a room for each of the families to set arguments rolling. But neither of the families seemed to be interested in giving a life to any sort of argument. Instead, they all had one thing in common. They would all occasionally look at Achiel and Mira. Achiel and Mira were seated in the space where Madam and her kids would in the past. Grandmother had suggested that because the space wouldn't be left empty. The cornered glares from the families started a little subtle when everyone was gathered. The glares were not intentional and were hardly maintained in the first place. But at this moment, it didn't seem like it mattered to the families anymore. They were all looking directly at