The next day in the morning, Matthew was looking at the CCTV footage of the house. Some places in the interior portion of the house had cameras but it was mainly the general places like the hallways. He kept looking at the image of his uncle Raymond along with Martha's former doctor, Sinclair, walking into the study. But this on its own wasn't enough proof that his uncle was up to foul play. He needed a more direct approach, maybe if he confronted Sinclair about it he could get answers. Or maybe if he could find a way to prove that Raymond had given Sinclair some money then it would raise enough suspicion for Amelia to look into the matter. Now the only question that was recurring in his mind was; how? He took a closer look on his laptop at Sinclair leaving the study with his laptop bag, surely the money or check had to be in there. There was a slight knock on his door before it opened and Charles walked in. “Are you still looking at those footages, young master?”“Yes, but I ca
“M- Mr Houston, what brings you over to my neighborhood?” He asked, trying his best not to stutter. Matthew looked both ways to make sure that nobody was watching them and then spoke. “Dr Sinclair, I didn't come here to exchange pleasantries or waste anybody's time, I came here to talk to you.”Now Sinclair was visibly worried, his face twisted into a small crowd and he took a step back. “But why? Is anything the matter?”Matthew's eyes traveled towards Sinclair's door and then back at Sinclair. “I think it would be much better if we discussed the problem behind closed doors.”“As much as I would love to stay and chat, I have something I need to do and I need to get going now. I'm sorry, maybe we can do this some other time.” He moved around Matthew and was about to walk away. “I know that you administered the wrong drugs to Martha and induced her depression,” Matthew said calmly, making Sinclair gasp sharply, his eyes growing wide. He blinked a few times as he turned around. “I-
Raymond just hung up the phone and he shoved his phone back into his pocket. His expression has shifted into a more troubled one. He took one large gulp of his wine and then slid the cup away. As he made his way out of the study, he ran into Xander, they had mistakenly bumped into each other in the hallway. “Dad, what's the rush? Where are you going?” “I have an emergency I need to take care of.” With that, he made his way out of the compound but Xander couldn't help but keep his gaze fixed on his father, something felt wrong about the way his father looked. Just as he was about to turn around, he heard a voice from behind call him. “Xander.” It was a soft feminine voice, unmistakably his mother. He froze on the spot, his body was stiffening but he didn't turn back yet. Eventually he turned to face her. The both of them rarely talked, and most of it was Raymond's fault. Ever since she got diagnosed with her condition and Raymond had made sure that she was locked up, she limited
Selena walked into the office, pushing back her loose strands of hair. She was on the executive floor when she noticed Matthew was absent. So it was a bit odd considering that he never missed any day at work, but she brushed it off, maybe he had better things to do. As she was still trying to settle in front of her desk, Elena suddenly walked into the office. “Have you seen Matthew? I've been trying to call him but he's not been responding, there's something he needs to see concerning the business trip.” Selena shook her head. “No, I just arrived. I haven't seen him today, but what business trip are you talking about?” Elena straightened her back. “Don't worry, it's not of importance to you.”“Oh, you don't get to decide what is important to me and what is not, I want to know what the business trip is about.” Her tone was clipped and she was insistent. Elena's eyes narrowed on the young woman and she forced a weak smile. “Mrs Winchester, I am the CEO of this company, I'm not obli
Selena walked into the house, tossing her handbag on the sofa in the sitting room as she swirled her head around. “Hey,” she said, calling on the attention of one of the maids that was passing by. “Is my grandmother home?” The maid nodded, avoiding eye contact with her. “She’s upstairs in her room.”“What about my grandad?” She shook her head in response. “He's not around, I think he left earlier.”She exhaled before making her way up the grand staircase. When she entered the room, Vanessa was in front of her mirror, touching up on some makeup.A crease formed between her brows. “What’s with the makeup? Where are you going?” She asked with a small smile on her face. It wasn't strange to see Vanessa beat her face with a lot of makeup, she was always wanting to be hyper fixated on how she looked. “Oh darling, must there be an occasion for me to look good? But if you must know, I'm going out to see some friends.”Selena folded her arms and then let out a small breath. “Well, you told
Lola clutched her purse as she strolled down the street towards her apartment, her bag of groceries in her other hand. Her expression was vacant. Even though she hated to admit it, a part of her still missed Matthew. It hadn't been up to three full days since she last saw him, but it was already beginning to feel like ages. She came to a stop in front of her door and was about to open it when she saw a bouquet of flowers obstructing her way. “Oh my,” she muttered, gently sitting down the things she was holding. She squatted and grabbed the flowers, pulling it closer and taking a sniff. They smelled so nice you could practically feel the sense tickling her senses, her ground and satisfaction as she loosened her shoulders. The mere thought that it could be Matthew sending these flowers snapped her out of her reverie, she searched the bouquet until she found where the card was placed. There was a cute drawing on the card and it looked like it was handwritten, alongside a signature
Matthew cracked his eyes open, he was in a strange room with a high ceiling. He was seemingly alone in the room and was tied to a chair. When he attempted to get up, he was instantly restrained and pulled back due to the tightly knotted ropes that bound his wrists and ankles. His mouth was gagged, so even when he tried to let out a cry, it came out as a muffled sound. He was relentless however, he kept struggling and trying to free himself screaming as loud as his inner voice could let him. He broke a sweat out of exertion as he struggled to release himself from the bondage. The metallic chair he was placed upon began to screech as it scratched against the floor with each movement he made. He relentlessly kept trying until the chair lost its balance standing on only one leg before it fell to the ground with a harsh thud. The air in his lungs were instantly knocked out as pain resonated around his diaphragm. His temples also collided with the hard ground, making him grunt. While
Xander arrived at Lola's apartment and he parked his car right in front of her place. He got down from his car and made his way to her apartment, knocking on her door.Inside, Lola was still trying to get ready. Her roommate Karen quickly rushed into the room holding two purses. “So which one do you want to go with the black purse or the red purse?”Lola quickly looks down on the dress she was wearing and then at the purses that her friend was holding. “Just give me the red.” She snatched it from Karen's hands and then rushed to the door and opened it. “Hey Xander,” she said almost breathlessly, she had been hurrying to prepare from fear of being late. He raked his eyes over her as though she was a specimen, from head to toe and a smile formed on his lips. “You look amazing.”Her cheeks were flustered as she chuckled, accepting his compliment. “Thank you, you don't look too bad yourself.” He reached into his breast pocket and pulled out a small rose, handing it over to her. “For yo