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.
Elliot walked towards the car and sat beside Andrew, with bulging eyes, he asked, "That's bad. What if Hannah or Lady Hart or any of her relatives that knows me watched the news?" He searched Andrew's eyes worriedly but it doesn't seem like Andrew was concerned. He just wore a nonchalant face when something bad just happened to him. "Why don't you seem concerned?" Elliot asked out of the blue, staring at Andrew's eyes trying to fathom what he was currently thinking. Andrew shrugged a little bit, "What we have at hand is definitely way more worse than Hannah, or her parents or relatives seeing you on TV."Elliot stared at Andrew for some damn time, now he was confusing him. Come to think of it, he has been speaking indifferently ever since he called him this morning."Oh," He tapped his head hard, "And what did you want to tell me, that you claimed was so urgent?""We need to get home first, what I want to tell you might shake you a bit." He spoke , but he never left the road.Elliot
He rolled his eyes, 'Oh great, now they were really close and making promises, huh?' He thought."Well, don't you worry Nana, she's at her family home and would be back soon." He replied.Out of a sudden, she came closer to him, stroking his hair gently and sweetly making him moan softly in pleasure, "I've told you several times, if you don't feel comfortable calling me Nana, you could just call me mother if that's okay with you." She stopped, then continued, "I've been taking care of you since you were little, you can just call me mother if you want."Elliot purred in satisfaction, his tense system and emotions calmed down a little bit. His worries flew away like a bird and he closed his eyes, trying to sink in every sweet moment they had."Mother," He called out for the very first time in a very long time. The word sent chills down his stomach and it made him felt a little awkward. He hasn't called anyone 'mother' for a very long time. And now that he was doing it, it felt somehow