THE HEIR'S REVENGE

chapter 57

I decided that I'd follow Henry's advice. Emma was thinking that she was smarter than me maybe but she had no clue what was going to happen.

I wanted to call her back but decided against it. I didn't want to rush anything right now. I knew I should probably go home and think about it before going in fully.

I was already super excited to see Lily. I haven't seen her for like 8 hours since last night. She was still sleeping when I woke up to prepare for work.

Just like I suspected she was waiting for me at the garage with a book in her hand.

“Brother. Where have you been?” She was literally shouting at the tip of her voice. I heard her but didn't answer until I got down from the car.

She in fact came to meet me.

“Aren't you going to talk to me?” Her voice was now calmer behind me as I shut the door of the car.

“Of course, I will.” I bent to her level. “What are you doing here?”

“I was just waiting for you. I miss you.” She spread out her arms for a hug. It was a warm hug exactly what I needed at the moment.

“I miss you too.”

I was tired but I needed to manage through this night because Lily was asking me to make dinner for her.

“Is Mrs. Pack home?” I asked.

“She is but I want to eat your food. It's been a while too.” She said and I agreed. It has truly been a while since I made food for Lily and I wanted to.

The first day I attempted to do it to impress her, she couldn't believe that I had made that meal. I was a good cook because at the Pierce home, I was the one who handled everything in the kitchen.

I cooked, I prepped the meal, I washed the dishes and still they treated me like trash.

I guess they never thought I'd break through from that pain they cursed me. Thinking about it, what audacity did that family have that made them mistreat me but still made me do their dishes.

I mean that was literally a dangerous game they played. I could have decided to poison them or do something else.

I didn't regret my actions.

At that time, I just wanted freedom. I wanted to leave no matter what so I kept doing everything they asked me to do.

“Alright. What do you want to eat?” I asked, coming back to reality.

“Well, stir fry pasta will do the trick.” Lily responded. Hand in hand, we walked to the kitchen where Mrs Park was.

“Good evening, Sir.” She greeted me. I told her so many times not to call me since she was obviously older than me but she never for once listened to me.

Making stir fry was never a difficult thing to make. I learnt it very early even when my mother was still alive.

It was just one food but to me, it was the best food I'd ever eaten. When I missed my mum or thought of her, I thought of stir fry spag. Maybe that is what I should do.

Mrs. Park made her way to me. She collected my laptop bag and offered to go drop it in my room since I was taking over her job for today.

I didn't want to bother her but she really didn't seem bothered anyways. She seemed happy that I was going to relieve some kind of stress for her.

I smiled.

I was always happy to rest, I just hoped that Lily wouldn't ask so many questions this time.

“Lily, what are we starting with?” She asked and I looked at her.

“What do you mean by we?”

She was still thinking when I answered my own question.

“There's nothing like We. I'll be here making the food while you remain there.” I pointed at the other side of the counter. “..watching me.”

“But..” She was about to protest.

“Are you going to abide by my rules or should I let Mrs. Pack know that she'll be the one making dinner tonight?” She couldn't argue anymore. I mean what else could she say to add to mine.

I was happy she listened and did not try to act tough. I was too tired for that.

“Qre you okay?” She asked, suddenly. I was a bit taken back when I heard her ask me that.

“Because I asked you to stay over there?”

“No.. because you look sad.”

“Tired.” I corrected it.

“That's understandable. Maybe a date could solve that.”

I looked up at her again. A date? Oh no. I just hoped Emma wasn't feeding her things, I just hope so.

“Baby. I'm not planning on going on any dates with Emma..”

“Aunt Emma? No.. I'm talking about Aunt Yemi.” She had a pretty smile on her face.

“You mean she told you about it?”

“No, I asked her. You could say I disturbed her till she split the milk.”

I didn't stop glaring at this little stubborn lady in front of me. I couldn't just explain how she made people do things. She always thought herself to be a boss and truly she had proven it to me that she was the boss.

“Why were you interested in our conversation?” I asked, going back to cutting my already wasted carrot trying so hard to pretend that I wasn't being monitored by my own niece. It seemed I wasn't even asking the proper questions. “How do you know what a date means?

“Well, a classmate of mine mentioned it. He said his parents go on lots of dates so I asked him what it meant.”

“So I'm guessing Yemi never said it was a date. You only assumed.”

“Yes, a date is a good thing according to Marcel and because he talks about it, I'd like to go on a date soon too.”

“Well, that won't be happening anytime soon.” I whispered loud enough so she could hear me but I looked at her, she was smiling.

“She's really very nice and pretty. She was so pretty in that purple dress.”