The Son You Wanted DEAD

Chapter seven

"Calm down sir!" Mrs. Hemsworth shouted at him. "What is wrong with you?!" she asked him. "Take your seat and keep your mouth shut!" she instructed Mr. Thomas. 

"My apologies madam." Mr. Thomas said and sat down as he was told by her. 

Mrs. Thomas took a deep breath to calm herself before finally speaking, "First of all, let us understand that the woman, in this case, is already dead. We cannot get information from a dead body can we?" Mrs. Hemsworth questioned. 

"Of course not. That is why she cannot testify against him." Mr. Thomas said, interrupting Mrs. Hemsworth. 

"I thought I told you to stay quiet." Mrs. Hemsworth said to him, in annoyance. 

"Sorry." Mr. Thomas mumbled and turned away.

"And you mentioned that there were two men who came in after she died right?" she asked me. 

"Yes," I answered her.

"Will you be able to describe those men to the artist?" Mrs. Hemsworth asked me. 

"No..." I said to her. "It was too dark for me to identify their faces. They did not see me either until when I climbed through the window and suddenly heard sirens." I added.

"Wow! I guess we are back at square one," she said a tired expression on her face. The way she said it got me curious. 

"Sorry but... What do you mean, back at square one?" I asked her.

"It's the Vandelsons. The world's top one wealthiest family. Ever since Mr. Cooper Vandelson died, other members of his family turned into a rage of dispute." Mrs. Hemsworth replied.

"Well, it's my job to find the culprit behind the death of Mrs. Victoria now." Mrs. Hemsworth said and let out a sigh. 

"No one knows the reason things turned that way but some say that the death of Mr. Cooper Vandelson was just a big loss for them as he did not die a natural death but was murdered." Mrs. Hemsworth added. 

"Since when were such conversations with people outside the case allowed, Mrs. Hemsworth? Why are you giving him details he probably already knew? He is just trying to appear innocent." Mr. Thomas said. 

Mrs. Hemsworth frowned but did not say anything to Mr. Thomas. She got up and took the documents in her hands. 

"So we are just going to let this guy off?" Mr. Thomas, still seated there asked Mrs. Hemsworth. 

"Why not? Or do you still have anything else to ask him?" Mrs. Hemsworth replied to Mr. Thomas. Mr. Thomas looked annoyed at her response but stood up without a word to her or me. 

"What will happen to me now?!" I suddenly asked before they could exit the room. 

"That's what we don't know. But I hope you are found guilty." Mr. Thomas replied and walked passed Mrs. Hemsworth and out of the room. I turned and looked at Mrs. Hemsworth, expecting something different for an answer but she said nothing and just left. 

That was it. I am finished. 

Not long after Mr. Thomas and Mrs. Hemsworth left, a policeman came in. "Get up and follow me," he said to me.

I got up as he said and came out of the room. He closed the room door and led the way. I noticed we were following in a different direction but I just followed without questioning.

We appeared at the entrance of the police station and I was surprised to see that lady I had met in the cemetery last night.

"You..." I said in a whisper, too ashamed of the state she had found me to be in.

The lady's grandfather was standing next to her with a smile on his face. "My daughter told me you were the one who saved my life last night. Thank you. I am very grateful to you." the old man said to me.

"How did you two find me?" I asked them.

The old man nodded at the policemen who then gave us space to talk, "I came here to bail you out young man. But there is a condition attached to it." the old man said to me.

"What condition?" I asked him.

"You have to marry my granddaughter." 

I laughed at the old man's words but he maintained a serious face. My laughter quickly vanished and I looked at him with a serious face as well before asking him, " You are serious?" 

"Yes. Very serious," he answered me. I turned my head to the lady in question. She didn't seem to have any objection to what her grandfather had just said to me. Had they planned it before coming here? 

"What is your answer?" the old man asked me. 

I cannot believe this. So, is this a trap or what? "I am sorry sir but you hardly know me. How can you offer your granddaughter to a total stranger?" I asked the old man. 

"A stranger who had saved my life in the past. Look, there is hardly anyone left in this world with such a heart as yours. You did all that and did not even ask for money in return. I am grateful and I am offering you my granddaughter." the old man explained. 

The lady placed her hand on the old man's hand and nodded at him as they made eye contact in a way that I found strange. She stepped forward and began to speak, "the truth is that there is a contract I need to get hold of." she said to me. 

"What does that contract have to do with what your grandfather is asking me to do?" I asked her. 

"It has everything to do with it. You see, I have to be married to be qualified for it," she said. "What sort of a dumb contract is that supposed to be?" I questioned, giving her an awkward look. The way they acted made it easy for me to understand that there was something fishy. And this doubt is something I am ready to hold on to. I must not let my guard down.