Chapter 32

Chapter 32

“Is that who I think it is?”, Her father asked as she walked into the large centre living room with Christopher and the guard with the bag now tagging behind her.

“Father”, She said.

“Isla”, he replied her, matching the bland tone she'd used in greeting him. She looked away, a proud stance. That was how they'd now come to know each other.

He snapped his fingers and all the house staff present disappeared under a minute.

“Including you, Christopher”

“Oh”, Christopher said, laughing nervously.

“My Lord”. He bowed and walked out hastily.

“I should call in the prodigal father and tell him you are here”, Mr Jackson said, looking up as he finally let down the magazine he'd been reading when she'd walked in.

Isla placed her hands in the pockets of her trouser. That was one bullet. She'd been expecting it nonetheless. But yet it seemed to still soak all of her blood up, still stab through the doors of fading heart.

“And I should leave. And make way for whoever it is that's runni