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đChapter 12
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âDonât tell me that Carrle!â Ethan barked.
They were in their room,set to sleep when Carrle brou-ght up Haroldâs matter.
She had overhead him planning for Harold again!
âEthan itâs high time you let go of Harold plea-se!â Carrle half yelled.
âI wonât!â Ethan said.
âWhy? He didnât offend you in any way and the last time I checked, you offended him instead. You took his wife!â Carrle said.
âJust shut up Carrle,itâs not like youâve let go of him. you still have feelings for him!â Ethan said angrily, getting up from the be-d.
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âHarold was my husband for years and i loved him, he was so good to meâ Carrle said.
âIf he was so good to you,you wouldnât have come to meâ
âI.. i wasnât thinking straight thenâ Carrle defended.
âYou think i donât know you still love Harold, you only c@mÂŁ to me for my money!â Ethan said, pouring himself some wine .
âAnd you think i donât know you married me just to hurt Harold, what the hell did he do to you? I can still remember the bad things you made me do just to hurt him. I stole his most cherished treasure for youâ Carrle said, feeling so bad.
âI compensated you for everything you did! Itâs not like you did those things for nothing. You collected millions of dollars Carrleâ
âWellâŚi did, i nee-ded to boost my businessâ Carrle claimed.
âItâs fair, we did business and i paid you okay? Donât talk like you did it cause you loved me, i know you donât love me,you love my money moreâ Ethan said.
âIf it was for money, i would have stuck to Harold,heâs richer than you and you know it but he just act too cool, he act almost like a poor person, i nee-ded someone who shows off his wealth,i nee-ded that for my business.â Carrle said.
âThatâs it! And youâre still asking me why i hate him so much?â Ethan said, gritting his teeth.
âEthan! You hate Harold just cause heâs richer?â
âHeâs not only richer, almost everyone prefers him to me! Itâs just so annoyingâ Ethan said gulping the whole of the wine in the glas-s cu-p.
Carrle sighed. âEthan, Harold is just someone who carries a special grace, people just love his personality. â
âAnd whatâs wrong with my own personality? Heâs a philanthropist and Iâm one too, i try to do everything he does yet he receives more love!â
âEthan, you wonât always get everything you want. You should be glad you are wealthy enough. People donât have to like youâ Carrle said.
âHeâs always getting the award for the riche-st man in San Francisco every year and Iâve never gotten anyâ Ethan said ti-ghtÂŁĂąing his grip on the glas-s cu-p.
âThatâs because heâs richer than you. Just accept that and move on. StŠp hurting him plea-se. Itâs enoughâ Carrle said.
âYou will want to hurt him more if you were in my shoesâ
âNo! Iâd rather step up my game. Work ha-rder and try to bring the award i so much cherish homeâ Carrle said.
âAre you saying that to mock me? You know thereâs no how i try to work ha-rd that Iâd be richer than Harold. Heâs not only a billionaire. His parents are too!â Ethan said and Carrle nodded, knowing that was true .
âCan you plea-se re-lease your hold on that poor glas-s cu-pâ Carrle said knowing the cu-p might break any moment from now.
His grip is too ti-ght on it.
Ethan slowly re-leased his grip,he dropped it on the table and faced Carrle.
âYou still love Harold right?â He asked Carrle who folded in herl-ips and stared at him.
âBe sincereâ Ethan urged.
âMaybeâ Carrle answered.
âAnd you still want him back?â Ethan asked.
âMaybeâ Carrle said but her heart screamed âyes!â
âI know your maybe means Yes Carrle. You still want Harold back and i can help you get him backâ Ethan said.
âReally?â
âYes but we will nee-d to work togetherâ
âIâm re-adyâ Carrle said.
âAccording to Alex feedback, seems Harold is starting to like the new nannyâ Ethan said.
âWhat!â Carrle panicked.
âYes, the first night she resumed,she spent hours with Harold in his libr@ryâ
âReally?â Carrle sat up on the be-d.
âYeah, he even made her dine in his personal dining roomâ
âWhat the fu-ck!â Carrle cursed.
She
knew damn well that Harold doesnât allow any worker in his dining room except if he really likes the damn person!
Is the nanny more beautiful than she is?
âWhatâs your plan?â Carrle asked.
âIf he get to like her more, then you will stand no chance anymore, so what weâre gonna do is to stŠp that from happeningâ Ethan said.
âHow?â Carrle asked anxiously and Ethan smiled inwardly.
Carrle thought he only wants to help her get Harold back but he has his reasons too.
Heâs glad he now have her cooperation,itâll make things easier.
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Its past midnight and Harold tossed in his be-d.
His eyes are wi-de opened,glued to the wall.
He couldnât sleep, thoughts of Helena couldnât let him sleep.
The fact that he couldnât get justice for her keeps hunting him.
YeahâŚshe has been dead for years now but he never stŠpped thinking about her.
She has died unjustly.
She had been murdered and he couldnât even do anything about it.
Sheâs too good not to get justice but the detectives really tried their best for years and they couldnât even find a clue.
He remembered the agony she had gone throu-gh in her last minutes and tears filled his eyes.
Only if they hadnât taken her to the hospital a bit late.
She was poisoned in the night and she had struggled till morning just so she could see him for the last time.
By the time they found her, it was late and she died as soon as she was wheeled into the hospital.
His world shattered at that moment that his wifeâs delivery hadnât even excited until he saw the beautiful tiny baby girl and fell in love with her immediately.
He knew that Helena had come back to him but her death hurt him so much,even till this moment.
âHarold,
do wear this whenever you go into my room,that way youâll feel my presÂŁnce. â She had told him weakly on their way to the hospital and then handed him the n£¢klace she cherished most in the world.
Her grandmother had given it to her mother,her mother had given it to her and it was to be pas-sed that way but she gave it to Harold even when she had a child.
That made the n£¢klace Haroldâs most cherished treasure, and even after her death, whenever he wore that n£¢klace, he do feel her presÂŁnce.
And then the n£¢klace was stolen! Or was it misplaced, all he knew was that he was drun!kthat night and the next morning,he couldnât find it again. He had combe-d the entire building with his workers and he had cried when he realized it was gone.
Knowing that the only thing that connected him to Helena was gone, knowing Helena had trusted him enough to give him the n£¢klace instead of her daughter, knowing he was so careless made him angry with himself for years.
Ivory was three when the n£¢klace was stolen and till now, heâs still angry at himself.
Out of rage, he had ordered everyone to stay away from the room.
He always feels so bad whenever he goes into her room without the n£¢klace.
Her pres£nce was suddenly lost without the n£¢klace and he stŠpped going to her room.
He feels so bad until now and if thereâs anything he ever wish for, itâs to find that n£¢klace. He missed Helena presÂŁnce.
He missed her so much.
Harold got up from his be-d, wiping his eyes.
He rarely cry but the tears just flow whenever he remembers Helena.
She brou-ght him up to be ha-rd working and business minded,to always help the poor and be humble.
âHustle
like youâre the poorest man on Earthâ She always told him and those words was what made him successful.
Helena always told him not to rely on his parents wealth and struggle to get his own.
Helena words made him a billionaire on his own even without his parents wealth.
She made him have a life of his own .
She was his backbone,his motivator,his best adviser and heâll forever remain thankful to her.
Harold adjusted his robe and slide his feet into his footwear ,he walked to the small balcony which was outside his be-droom.
He rested his hands on the rails and stared at the sky.
Itâs a beautiful midnight and the silence is quite overwhelming.
Harold wished Helena had met Ivory.
There would have been no nee-d to even employ any nanny.
Helena had planned on how she would take care of Ivory,she had spent most of her time ma-king tiny dresses for his unborn daughter.
âBring her up like i brou-ght you upâ Helena had told him,like she knew she wasnât going to be there .
He had laughed and told her sheâll be the one to bring Ivory up.
He wondered what Helena would think of Irene if she was here.
He had waited for her to show up in the libr@ry but she didnât appeared and the libr@ry was suddenly boring to him, he couldnât re-ad, he ended up leaving the libr@ry.
Helena would have liked Irene, she loved responsible ladies and she hadnât been happy when he married Carrle, she and Carrle quarreled most of the time.
âHarold, you shouldnât trust that ladyâ She always told him.
âHelena, sheâs my wife and i love herâ He would reply.
âI shouldnât have trusted her like you said Helena. She left me, with the kidâ Harold said, another round of tears building up in his eyes.
He wished Helena was still alive, he wouldnât have been that broken when Carrle left.
Heâs so glad he has Nola, she was there for him.
Harold furrowed his brow when he thought he heard someone scream.
But he shrugged it off knowing everyone is asleep.
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âSomethingâŚi..s in m..y roomâ ivory said and the hairs at the back of Ireneâs n£¢k stood.
âWh..what is in your room?â She asked,her heart beating fast.
âA ghost.â ivory bur-sted out in tears.
Irene suddenly remembered what Tom had told her.
Her bŠdy shook in fear and she screamed hvgging Ivory very close to her.
She quic-kly put a halt to her scream, knowing it might wake the entire building.
Ivory sobbe-d quietly in her arms.
Irene calmed her down even if she herself was restless and damn scared.
âBut what if itâs not a ghost?â She thought.
âWh.. how did it happen? How did you know itâs a ghost?â She asked ivory.
âI..it was knocking at my windowâ Ivory sniffed.
âReally?â Irene asked and the little girl nodded.
âDid it call out your name?â Irene asked.
âIt didnât, youâre scaring me!â Ivory cried.
âOhhâŚIâm sorryâ Irene said.
âCome help me check it out, it was really knocking at my window. What if itâs a lost puppyâ ivory said.
âBut you said it was a ghost!â Irene said.
âMaybe it isâ Ivory said.
âAnd do you really mean what you said that i should come help you check it out?â Irene asked in fear.
âYesâ ivory said.
Irene breathed in and out starting to get really scared.
âArenât you br@ve enough? Then come with me,letâs go get my dadâ Ivory said.
âIâll do itâ Irene said not wanting to disturb him,he have to go to work in the morning and heâll be slee-ping by now .
She slowly stood up from the be-d and held ivoryâs hand ti-ghtly,they both walked to the adjoining door and Irene swallowed ha-rd , trying not to make her fear obvious.
âYeah, Iâm br@veâ she said inwardly reas-suring herself.
It took so long before she finally opened the door.
They stepped into Ivoryâs room and Ireneâs heartbeat almost lost control.
The room was dark and she tried to find the switch with shaky hands, she found it and tried to turn it on but it wasnât working.
She breathed in and tried again with a more stable hand.
The lights werenât coming on! And then she heard the knocking sound on the window..
Her heart jumped in her che-st and her feet was rooted to the spŠt.
She couldnât move and she badly wanted to scream.
Ivory clung to her legs, crying.
The knock continued and Irene noticed it wasnât sounding like a human knock.
Her fear rose and she started crying too.
They were both stuck to the spŠt, none of them could move.
She was loosing her mind.
âHelpâ Irene screamed loudly.
âHelp us plea-seâ Ivory screamed in tears.
Soon, they heard footsteps and the door to Ivoryâs room opened.
âWhat happened?â Harold asked rushing in.
âM..my window. A ghost is knockingâ Ivory cried.
Harold was so alarmed to see Irene in tears too.
Is it that serious?
âA ghost?â He asked and they both nodded.
He moved to the window and truly heard a knocking sound, he sighed before pu-lling the curtain.
Ivory and Irene screamed, clinging to each other like their lives depended on it and Harold suddenly started laughing ha-rd ..
No ghost was knocking.
Itâs the midnight breeze ma-king the tree br@nch hit the window.
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