That morning, the room was heavy with tension as the Avendano family gathered together, their apprehensive gazes fixed on the entrance. Every one of them anxiously awaited the arrival of the investigators, knowing that the time for truth and justice had finally come. In one corner of the hall, the prime suspects, Maria and Alex, sat in silence, their hearts pounding heavily in their chests. The deafening silence seemed to stretch on forever, until Robin finally broke it, stepping forward to face Maria. "Mother in-law... you look stressed," Robin said, his voice laced with sincerity, "please don't be, believe me when I say that none of us here believe you could ever harm Lord Avendano. We all know you're innocent. They are only going to ask you a few questions and that's all. It's nothing to worry about." Maria's eyes welled up with gratitude, her lips trembling as she looked at her would be son in-law. She found solace in his words, a flicker of hope igniting within

Alex and the investigator walked back into the room, Alex frowning in annoyance walking past those people staring at him like a criminal. "Will you take your eyes off me or you want me to pull your eyes out of their sockets," he yelled. The Avendano family members had seated themselves once again, their anticipation palpable. All eyes were on the investigators as they stood at the centre of the room to address everyone. What was their final conclusion? Everyone was curious. The male investigator cleared his throat, demanding the attention of the room. His presence commanded respect as he addressed everyone. "Ladies and gentlemen, I understand that today has been a chaotic day for all of you. We have questioned the prime suspects extensively, but we remain unconvinced that they are not withholding information regarding the death." Maria, one of the prime suspects, didn't hold back in her response. "What more do you want us to say? We have been honest with you, ye

Nicholas arrived at the police station, his face etched with deep lines of worry and concern. As his eyes scanned the busy room, he could feel his anxiety grow. He urgently sought out one of the detectives, his voice trembling as he asked, "Hi detective," "Hi, Mr. Loughty." "What has India done? Why have you arrested her? The whole arrest thing, I just can't wrap my head around it." The detective furrowed his brow, his gaze fixed on Nicholas. "We found three different jars of Chinese tea in your wife's room," he replied gravely. "One of those jars is the exact same tea that Lord Avendano was poisoned with. No other room has it except for India, so tell me? How did it get there?" A gasp escaped Nicholas's lips, his heart pounding in his chest. He had never seen India drinking tea, any kind at all. So, how would she have three different jars in her private chamber? He pleaded with the detective, his voice filled with desperation. "May I speak with her? I nee

"Let me make this known to all of you before y'all start to eat. No one must talk about Lord Avendano on this table, is that clear? Let's have a normal dinner tonight, all together. As though everything is back to normal. We can't keep dwelling in the past." And with that the meal began, as though everyone had agree to this very rule. The atmosphere was usually filled with laughter and warmth, but tonight there was an undercurrent of tension. It had been over a week since the investigation into Lord Avendano's murder had begun, and Nicholas made sure he remained updated on its progress. He was given one rule - Do not visit the station and he didn't. But he was in touch with the doctors, sergeants and detectives. As the clinking of cutlery echoed through the room, India turned towards her mother, who didn't look up all through, "Mum, I need to ask a very important question." "If it's not about father in-law, you can go ahead. But if it's, I am not interested and you mus

Nicholas stood in the middle of the street, a gust of wind cutting through the frigid night air, seeping into his bones and sending chills down his spine. He shivered involuntarily, wrapping his coat tightly around himself as he waited anxiously for Theresa to arrive. Minutes dragged on like hours, the sound of each passing car echoing through the empty street. Nicholas glanced at his watch, the stark white glow illuminating his worried face. Where could Theresa be? His mind wracked with questions and doubts, he couldn't stop thinking about everything that just happened in the Avendano Villa and where it was leading to. Candace.. Xavier... Maria. Something just wasn't right about this three and Niçholas couldn't shake it off but how could he prove it, especially now that the real heir of the family doesn't want anyone to talk about the death of his father any longer. He stood there, wondering how India would be feeling at that moment, that was the only person he cared about now and