One of them opened the gates while I picked up Mr. Wilson from where I put him. Tamira's driver only got the car halfway in when the car suddenly stopped. Tamira rushed out of the car and came to meet me, "oh my God! Devon what happened to my father?! She asked me, touching all over his face. She looked at me, " And what happened with you?!" Tamira panicked. "Oh my God. No time to talk. Quickly! Put him in my car!" Tamira said and opened the door to the back seat of her car. She sat at the back with her dad. "Seat at the front Devon. We are going together." Tamira said to me. I sat in the front seat and Tamira turned to the driver, "take us to the hospital!" she ordered, tapping the driver's shoulder repeatedly. The driver backed the car into the road and zoomed off. "Oh, God. Please keep my father alive." Tamira said, her hands joined together and her eyes teary. "Your dad will be fine," I said to her, looking at her from the head mirror. I looked away when she looked back at m
"I'm sorry I had to break this news to you." the doctor said. "Can we see him right now?" I asked the doctor. "Of course. But be careful with him. His life is standing on a thin line right now." the doctor replied and walked off. "Why didn't he tell me anything. I'm his daughter and I should at least be aware if not anyone else." Tamira said to me. "He knew it would hurt you this way and that's why he kept it a secret," I told Tamira. "Let's just go inside and see him. Try and be strong." I added. Tamira moved away from me and whipped her tears away, "okay." she said. I opened the door and waited for Tamira to go in first. Tamira Walker into the room and I followed her after. Tamira sat on a chair already set beside Mr. Wilson's bed, "Tamira." Mr. Wilson called her name. He held his daughter's hand and took it closer to himself. "How are you doing?" he asked her. "I should be the one asking you that question," Tamira replied to Mr. Wilson. "I'm not the one who was crying." Mr
"Your shoe sir," I answered. Xavier slapped me on the side of the head with the heel part of the shoes and lowered his hand after. "I know they are shoe dingbat. I want to know what the hell it is that you did with my Italian shoes." Xavier said to me. "I polished it, sir," I said to Xavier. "Polished it? You ruined them. Do you know how much these cost? Even your life will not ever be able to reach quarter the amount these shoe cost." Xavier told me. "Ugh. Now I can't wear these anymore. Throw them away." Xavier said and when I reached out to collect the shoes from him, he tossed them to the floor."Pick them up and throw them in the trash," he said and walked off. Oh how much I felt like spitting on that bastard but no. I just picked up the shoes, even when it was a clear insult, and I went out the gate to trash them. The security guards didn't stop me from going out. I guess what happened to their colleague left a mark. No one wants to get fired. I was about to put the shoes
Tamira placed her hand on her father's which was on his knee. Mr. Wilson sighed and went on, paying no attention to his impatient wife. "Very soon I will no longer be with you all." Mr. Wilson said. "Pfft. So you wanted us to gather here and listen to you talk about one of your travels?" Xavier questioned Mr. Wilson. "I always told you that your father can be quite odd." Mrs. Wilson added. "It's not that kind of leaving that dad meant," Tamira said. "My time on earth will soon come to an end. The doctor himself said so." Mr. Wilson explained. Mrs. Wilson and Xavier exchanged looks and the way they did it looked very suspicious to me. I finished with the windows and cleaned up the bucket and rag then put them in the attic. I noticed a charger on the floor. Tamira must have put it here for me. I plugged in my dead phone and went ahead to eavesdrop on the family discussion.Mrs. Wilson was now airing next to her husband and held one of his hands in hers, "darling are you sure that
"I don't think the houseboy would have been capable of making it to his room, or should I say attic, on time," Xavier replied. "You are right. Maybe it was something else." I replied. Xavier took the sack and left my room. Devon POV: Hearing all the confessions of Mrs. Wilson and her son, Xavier, I felt even more disgusted. They kill, steal, and destroy. They are devils that must most certainly perish with their evil deeds. It was lucky for me that I knew how to switch on the phone after it charged a bit. I had a gut feeling that I should take it with me while I followed Mrs. Wilson in secret to her room. I had turned on the voice recorder and everything she and her son said was recorded into my phone. My only regret was that it didn't charge enough to stay on. My phone beeped as the first warning of a low battery and I heard Mrs. Wilson order her son to check for who was at the door. I quickly hid deep into a dark corner and from there, I watched as Xavier came out and walked
"Whoever is responsible should confess now or else there will be major consequences when I find out myself!" Xavier yelled. He waited but no one came forward. "I see. So you want to put me to the test right?!" Xavier yelled, the craze in his eyes was clear. "Two can play at that game. "You three!" Xavier said, referring to the three security guards present, "follow me in!" Xavier added and they followed him into the mansion. Xavier POV: For years now, ever since I could remember anything, I have never been this mad before. I could feel the adrenaline rush in my veins. I wasn't sure at all if the culprit would make it alive when I find out who it was. Most of all, I wanted the see the face of who had dared to steal from me, Xavier Wilson.Before going into the mansion the security guards watched them search, and I caught a glimpse of the houseboy. Everyone was scared and some murmured but him. Devon just stood there. He became my number one suspect. He was the only suspect. Ever
Devon POV: The moment a man walked in with some machinery I knew that I was done for. My eyes caught Xavier's gaze and he grinned at me before going into the mansion with the man. After a while, a security guard came out, "where is the houseboy." some people looked around, just to locate and look at me. I raised my hand from amongst them and found my way to the security guard. He led me into the mansion and directly to Xavier. The man with the mobile machinery asked me to place my fingers on some sort of transparent surface. I did as he said and removed my fingers when I was told to. I felt like I was sweating buckets on the inside. "Yes sir. Your suspicion was right. This houseboy is responsible." the stranger said. I felt a lump form in my throat. Two-point-five million euros was not small money. I was sure to die now. Xavier looked at me with anger and hatred in his eyes, so fierce that you'd think it was a beast staring at you. "Sir. I didn't do it!" I denied it immediately
"You'll talk sooner than you think," Xavier added. "Please," I begged but they just ignored me. Mrs. Wilson took out a box. I heard clicking sounds and the box opened. Mrs. Wilson took a whip out of the box and closed it. My eyes widened with fear, "what are you going to do to me?" I asked. "Since you refuse to speak, my son will lash the truth out of you." Mrs. Wilson said to me.Xavier accepted the whip from his mother and stepped forward towards me, "spear the rod and spoil the child. That's how the saying goes right?" Xavier said and gave me the first strike with the whip. I shouted as the whip came in contact with my skin. It felt like it dragged out my skin with it as it parted from contact. Xavier swung his hand, again and again, repeating it until he was sure that I reached my limit. "Were you spying on me and my mother last night?!" Xavier yelled a question. "You stole that money didn't you?!" he added. I lost all my strength and my head hung loose like the rest of my b