He turned towards his Dad, Dexter Greyson who had noticed the anger that Alan was feeling but kept his face glued to the podium as if to avoid distraction.Alan whispered. “Dad, can you see this? Can you see what is going on? What even is the name of the MC? Isn't that Gilead or whatever they call him? How would he introduce Lawrence as Rose’s wife?”Dexter Greyson’s face was a mask of calmness as he placed a touch on Alan’s knee before leaning closer and whispering. “I understand what you are saying but remain calm for a while. Just watch and play along okay? Probably there was an error or something.”Alan whispered back angrily, his teeth bared. “What sort of mistake was that? In such an event where highly placed guests attend - is that where such a mistake is supposed to happen? This is absolute misrepresentation?”“Lawrence was never married to Rose because their papers were not approved at the registry. Even before she died, I discussed this with Rose and she expressed so much gr
He wasn't even speaking from his brain - he had to read from a note. That meant that for all he cared, whatever he was saying could have been written by a talented poet so that he could move the crowd and make them think that he was genuinely sorry about her death. He was the murderer of the deceased for heaven’s sake, why was no one seeing that?If he truly had so many beautiful things to say about Rose, why wouldn't he close up the note he had and speak from his brain? He was reading from a note and yet the guests were foolish enough to think that he was genuine.“—so you know, one of the beautiful memories that we had just clicked on my brain.”“We were on our honeymoon and the moon showed up. We stared at the moon for almost an hour while we laughed and joked with each other on the tropical beach.”“I looked at her and said to her - do you know that the moon is saddest when it is in its full shape? She looked at me, her face was very curious and she asked why it was so.”“I told h
Was he using Rose’s memorial to raise an impression among the people that it was some group of people who killed her when he very well knew that he put a bullet in her head? Was he trying to remove the suspicion from himself? That was even if there was a suspicion on him. He killed Rose right inside his own hotel suite and everyone who saw it were his closest employees. He would have made them swear an oath not to mention it to anyone and they wouldn't even dare to disclose such information.Alan’s contempt for Mr. Lawrence seethed beneath the surface, his face a mask of coldness as he listened in a devouring silence. His emotions were like a tightly coiled spring that could snap at any moment.Who exactly was he trying to lay the blame on them? Is that how he wanted to swindle the whole crowd?“We are all here crying today and with every tear that falls from our faces, we are soaked in more sadness but let us not remember that some people or perhaps someone was responsible for every
The others were fooled by Mr. Lawrence’s gimmicks but of course, she knew much more than that. She hadn’t shed a tear in a very long time and even when she knew about Rose’s death, she didn't burst into tears.But hearing the whole lies and misconceptions that Mr. Lawrence was saying about Rose - that was definitely over the boundaries. If her eyes could command fire, she could have burnt him down right there on the podium without thinking twice.There were other ways that she could have caused some trouble but she did not create any commotion yet because she noticed that Mr. Lawrence had put certain personnel structures in place even before the date the memorial began. It was always going to be difficult to beat down those structures.But how was she going to handle the situation? She decided not to make the situation too obvious. If she followed after Alan and the other man who she assumed to be his, there would be more eyes on them and then that wouldn't look so good.She was going
“Can you see what I have been trying to explain to you? How could it be Lawrence who would supervise the order of service?”The steward, who still didn't understand what exactly was going on said. “Sir, I believe that it is because Mr. Lawrence was the closest person to Rose. He was her husband and that was why he took the responsibility of—”The statement made Alan even burst into a growl of rage. “Incredible! How is it that the whole world has the wrong idea about this man.”The steward’s eyes darted with a frantic flicker of fear as he became more confused about what Alan was talking about.At that moment, Della came out of the hall to meet the commotion that was going on.“Hey, hey, Alan, I understand what is going on but we can prepare for this in another way,” Della spoke. “How else are we going to make sure that this insult doesn't continue? How else can we stop this?” Alan spoke, his voice tinged with frustration. “I don't understand how the same person who murdered—”Just a
The MC, Gilead had his voice faltered and his words faded almost into a mumble as he spoke. “Without taking too much of our time, I would like us to introduce someone else who would come and tell us a few things about the deceased. Join me as I invite Alan Greyson onto the stage.”The audience erupted into applause as they all darted their heads backward in expectancy.Alan strode calmly amid the audience as he made his way towards the podium.The moment he got into the podium, his eyes connected with the dreaded Mr. Lawrence who had something like the appearance of a smirk on his face. Alan wasn't going to be moved by all that anyway. He was going to deliver a beautiful speech, he reasoned.“Today, we come together to celebrate the life of an exemplary woman who touched the life of everyone she met with her kindness and warmth.”“I am honored to be able to stand before you today and pay tribute to the woman who was my partner, my wife, my best friend, and my everything.”The moment A
Suddenly stones started flying like bullets, whizzing past Alan’s head and body as he desperately tried to protect himself from the onslaught.Alan gritted his teeth in anger because he had noticed that it was a plan by Mr. Lawrence all along. His speech was designed to draw away suspicion from himself and place it on Alan.But amidst the anger that was rippling inside of him, there was a serious headache he was feeling.The headache intensified so much that it was becoming much more than just an ordinary headache. The stones that had hit him so far didn't touch his head so there was no reason why he would be feeling as if his skull was closing in on itself.It was a strange feeling but it was kind of familiar.The pulsing pain pounded on his skull from within and his vision went blurry. Suddenly, he could hear the thoughts of everyone in the room.He kept dodging the stones that were thrown at him with his arm but no one else knew that he wasn't even feeling the pain from the stone t
If she had stayed a little longer, he would have tried to read her mind again. But the banging pain he was feeling in his skull seemed to have evaporated completely at that moment so he had a strong feeling that the ability wasn't going to work at that moment without any trace of the pain. He wished that he knew how to control the ability and use it when he wanted to use it but unfortunately, it seemed as if the ability was the one using him.The ability would only come whenever there was a tense condition and to think that it wasn't even all tense conditions that it came. He had to learn more about the strange ability but who could he possibly learn it from? People would think that he was mad if he told them that he could hear their thoughts. Even his father who was standing close to him wouldn't believe it so he just had to keep it to himself.Della’s haste was palpable and her gaze fixed as she dodged between the pedestrians, her feet pounding on the pavement as she searched for