She wanted to ask loads of questions but she couldn't just ask a single thing. All these while, she didn't even think about her daughter who was completely homeless and roaming around the street. She has failed as a mother to her daughter. How could she do that to her own daughter! "Trauma? What trauma does Hannah have?" She blinked her eyes in disbelief. Staring blankly at her husband's lips that didn't move."Listen." He cautioned and continued, "I'm just about to go meet the young man in a cafe. Seems he's been there for her when she was homeless." He explained. Her eyes widened, "Can I come along too?" She asked, then whined, "She's my daughter too, not only yours."Her husband gazed at her for some time, he sighed. Yes, she was right, they were the parents of her daughter and why couldn't they go together?"Alright," He nodded conclusively. Happiness gleamed in her face as she walked away towards her room. She got ready in less than five minutes. Arriving at a cafe, they glan
"Honey, wasn't he Nicholas? The same tall one that dated Hannah when they were still in school?" Mr Hart spoke with disbelief evident in his tone, staring darkly at his wife.She couldn't get herself to say yes or no. All her whole life, she believed Nicholas was one of the perfect men for her daughter. But when Hannah came home, informing her of her break up with him, she was devastated.She nodded slowly, before coming to her senses, "Come on darling, Is that the only Nicholas we know? The Nicholas that dated our daughter was way too nice to do that." She concluded.Her husband ignored her, since he knew he was all for the money, she wouldn't want to believe that Nicholas could do such a thingMr Hart faced Andrew, "Did you get to meet Him? Could you describe his facial features and body size?"Andrew nodded, then closed his eyes to remember the man. All of a sudden, he opened his eyes, "He had thick black hair and brows. Looking like a model, the left side of his lips curved a litt
Calm down, Honey. I was just furious, that's all." He said in a soft whisper, trying to kiss her cheek gently but she shoved him off, moaning softly."You just said it was all my fault. When we both know it's not." She explained, still in a furious voice."Anger and yelling isn't the nearest solution right now. I suggest we just call Lady Hart and inform her about what's going on. After hearing our explanation, she'll have no other choice than to tell her to come back home."Mrs Hart sniffed in gently, nodding her head. Then she brought out her phone, dialing Lady Hart's number. After a number of beeping, Lady Hart's voice came through later on, "What do you want?" She asked nonchalantly."Can we speak over dinner tonight?" She asked in a straight tone. Her once vibrant tone sounded angry and wasn't in a good mood.~~~~~Later at night,"The lasagnas are ready!" Mrs Hart announced, putting the tray of food on the table. The aroma of the lasagna and herbal tea which was Lady Hart's fav
Lady Hart breathed in indifferently, closed her eyes and opened it only to see Mr Hart breathing heavily opposite her. She twitched her mouth downwards, she tried calming the anger that brewed in her, though it wasn't what she expected, it still looked all fun to her. "Mr Hart, calm down. What happened?" She asked, pretending to care about whatever he fussed about. She tried adding salts to the wound, probably, it would get him infuriated.He breathed in, "You are not worthy to be called a grandmother!" He scowled at her, his figure was already getting intimidating."Now that was way past her league." She thought within herself.Her eyes turned deadly, this wasn't a joke anymore. How could he talk nonsense to her face? Wasn't she intimidated by her?"Enough!" She yelled back, the food shook on the table vigorously.Mrs Hart hid in her own shadows, she wasn't conscious of what she would do. Now, both her husband and mother were furious and she was totally lost in her thoughts.Mr Har
She held her head in pains, her mouth looked painfully twitched and her eyes were closed tight, not even opening for a second."Honey, are you okay?" He asked curiously, he ran to where she was. Her back rested unto the wall hardly, she wriggled her hands and head every now and then.She ignored his question, it felt like heavy drumming was happening in her head, and she tried speaking but she just couldn't.Mr Hart gazed backwards only to see Lady Hart already seated on the dining chair once again, sipping orange juice while giggling over her phone nonchalantly. She acted as if they didn't exist.He sneered, right now, he didn't have time for this woman. He dragged his wife in pain, she was unconscious already and her body was heavier than what he thought, her breathing was unstable and it felt like life was slowly slipping out of her.He was getting convinced that something happened, "Honey?" He muttered to her ears, but unfortunately, there was no response for a long time.He wiggl
"How is she?" Lady's Hart's voice spoke fluently at the other side of the phone, her voice as lively as ever.Disgust and nothing but hate flushed down his system. If his wife really died, he was going to make sure he finished this woman before he died. Even if it means going to jail or getting killed for it.After hearing her voice being lively, his hands shook. Her voice and words made him remember his wife. That was how she talked, so lively!"Hello?" Lady Hart's voice spoke yet again after she waited for some time and didn't hear any response."You there?" She repeated, but an ounce of pity wasn't evident in her voice."She's dead." He managed to say, then smashed the phone against the floor angrily. He didn't care what she would feel, but still, he knew she wouldn't care since she was pitiless. She was nothing but a nonchalant, wicked, money-loved mother and mother in law to them. And to Hannah, she wasn't the perfect grandmother. Ever since Hannah was young, he would remember w
And that moment, she stood up too, "Then I'm not calling her to call it off. Whether you like it or not, she's coming here." She replied, then walked out on him hurriedly and went to her room, then the sound of the room closing hardly enveloped the air.He glanced at the table in frustration, then his eyes moved over to her phone lying there uselessly.Then an accomplished smile crept up his lips as he picked it up and dialed her number. "Hello?" She spoke, the sound of whooshing air was heard at the background of the calling."You can turn."Lady Hart turned her head in confusion, and she sneered before she spoke, "What in the hell are you talking about?" He spoke gently, making his every word sound creasy, "I said you can turn back, Lady Hart." He answered back.A strand of sweat lingered around his forehead. He couldn't fathom what she would do next, but he stood his stance. If he could just avoid her coming here, maybe his wife wouldn't die like she did in his dream."I'm almost
"Well, it felt great and the opposite at the same time. Everything seemed too excess to me, when I knew that the less privileged needed those things and I had the excess of those things." Then he looked around the people for some time and continued, "So that's why I thought that I would do my utmost best to help the less privileged, even if it isn't in my position to do so."An uproar of applause rounded the air, and the cameras did their work effectively too. The Smile on the crowd's face made his heart warm up a little. He knew what it felt like to feel hungry, and desperately needed money for it. He stood up, and bowed in respect to their applause.The interviewer smiled brightly, in all his years of interviewing and questioning rich people or celebrities, they have never opened up to him or the whole crowd like this. He could notice that in Elliot's voice, there was no such thing as proudness, he couldn't feel any hint of proudness in his tone. Plus, he was subjected to humility.