Chapter 122
“You still haven’t heard from them?” Amelia asked her husband, who was seated on the couch with his phone in hand, anxiously waiting for a text from a certain person.
He’d been staring at it for a while now, picking it up as soon as he felt a vibration coming from it.
“If they did, do you think I would be seated here anxiously with my phone?” He questioned, while his eyes were still glued on the screen of his phone.
Amelia simply shrugged before she took the seat opposite him.
It’s been two weeks already since Robert had paid Jeffery Clark a visit at his office. He’d thought they would immediately give in to his conditions, but unfortunately for him, nothing had been done.
He was contemplating paying them another visit, but he doubted he would be able to leave without some body part being broken.
Ezekiel had already broken his nose the last time; his ribs could be next.
“I don’t think they are serious with your threat, father. You should have done something that would make them jump out of their seats and sign the papers immediately,” said Jack as he sipped from his coffee.
“Jack is right,” Amelia immediately agreed. “The Clark family are very scary and if they find out that Anastasia whom you are using to threaten them is already gone, we are done for. You need to persuade them to sign the property papers immediately,” she added, leaning on the back of the couch before she called out for a servant and demanded an orange juice.
“Like that? What can I possibly threaten them with so that things can hasten up?” He asked her.
Both Amelia and Jack shared a look and sighed.
“Tell them that if they don’t sign the papers, you’re going to marry Anastasia off to a family abroad. I’m sure they wouldn’t want to be separated from their daughter any more than they already have, now that they know she’s alive,” Jack responded.
Robert gave it a thought, especially since there was no Anastasia to speak of in the first place.
If it hadn’t been for Xavier who had already claimed Selene Jones, and the fact that DNA tests existed, he would have already lied about Selene being their missing daughter. But she wasn’t, she only had Ana’s face which ruined his plan.
Just like Amelia said, the Clark family were not people to be messed with. If they found out he’d been leading them on just to get their property, the Harrison company and everything he had would burn to ashes.
Before Robert could give a reply, he heard Michelle’s voice whine from the entrance of the mansion until she got to where they stood.
“I’m sick and tired of Richard, honestly Dad. I don’t want to stay in that mansion anymore. He’s becoming more and more insufferable every second that passes. He’s acting as if I was the one who tortured him like that Michelle continued to whine nonstop, only pausing when she ran out of breath.
“Dad, you have to help me with the divorce. I can’t live there anymore. I don’t care if it taints my reputation, but I must leave that mansion as soon as possible, else I’m going to kill Richard with my bare hands,” she added, her chest rising while her face was flushed red in anger.
Michelle stared at his daughter, not sure of which to worry about anymore. His company and everything else he’d worked hard for which was on the brink of getting destroyed once the Clark family found out he was deceiving them. Or should he be more worried about Michelle, who was already sick and tired of her marriage?
“You will have to endure whatever you are facing in the Wallace mansion for a long while, Michelle. The Clark family still haven’t responded to me yet,” he replied.
“What?” Michelle gasped. “Why not? Aren’t they worried about their daughter?” She asked with confusion etched on her face.
“Who knows? Maybe they are not really that bothered or perhaps they are, we don’t know which one,” Jack shrugged.
Michelle’s face faltered into disappointment. She had thought she would be given good news once she came, but she only got bad news.
“You don’t have to worry, Michelle. I will visit them again and try to convince them,” said Robert.
Michelle stared at her father, not sure if he was capable anymore. But she had no choice but to continue to stay with the Wallace family until her second marriage was secured.
If she left before anything happened, it would be more of a loss than a profit.
She could still endure all of Richard’s ranting for a few more days, weeks, or months. She hoped she would, or else she would be in jail for murder.
In the black Mustang, two hands were linked together as the man drove to a specific location, while the woman stared out of the window as she watched the pedestrians, supermarket, and lamp posts—anything at all that would distract her from becoming more nervous than she already was.
“You need to relax,” Xavier tried to calm her down. “If you want, you can tell them your true identity, and I’m sure they wouldn’t be frightened that you are alive p>
Selene sighed, her fingers curling around Xavier’s tighter.
“It’s just that it’s been so long since I’ve last seen them. They will most likely get mad at me for not visiting them soon enough,” she responded. “I miss them so much p>
A small smile graced Xavier’s lips.
“You don’t have to worry about anything. Like you said, they are good kids and I’m sure they would be surprised when they see you, but in a good way p>
Selene repeated Xavier’s words in her mind.
“We are here,” Xavier informed, parking the car by the side of the road.
Selene raised her head to look at her orphanage—the place she had built up all by herself.