Chapter 102

Nicklaus’s POV:

I sat in my office and turned my chair around. I was facing the Skyview window, and I watched the whole city from there.

I placed my right hand under my clenched jaw, and my left hand was holding a stick of cigarettes. 

My mind wasn't exactly where I was looking. My mind was thinking about Elena the whole time.

Seeing her in court today made me realise how much I have missed her, and it became worse when she collapsed to the ground.

Now I realise that leaving her in police custody was a good idea. She must have gone through a lot of stress for her to collapse on the floor, and they wouldn’t even let me see her.

I tried to see her and to have a word with her, but to no avail.

“Who are you? Alex? What do you mean to Elena?” I muttered silently to myself.

“I will make sure that I find out everything about you and what your relationship with Elena is,” I continued.

Immediately, there was a knock on my door, and Mr. John walked in.

“It's so good to see you, Mr. John.” I spoke and gestured my hand for him to sit down.

“Likewise, Mr. Coleman,” he responded and opened his briefcase, bringing out a file.

“So what do you have for me?”

“The court just granted Elena a house arrest just as her lawyer, Mr. Alex, requested,” he spoke.

I let out a sigh of relief. I knew that was what I have done since, but I allowed hatred to get into me. I had been thinking about Elena since I left the court, and staying with Sarah now feels like a nightmare.

“Is there anything else?” I asked Mr. John.

“Do you know where she is?” I asked.

He shook his head. “I have no idea about that. I couldn't get a hold of her address. I just know she won't be able to leave the city until everything is finalised,” he spoke.

“Just great,” I muttered under my breath. I turned to Mr John. Thank you for the information."

“You are welcome, Mr. Nicklaus,” he spoke and stood up from his chair. “I should leave now,” he said.

I stood up and extended my hands to shake him. “Thank you so much, Mr. John; let me know if you find out anything. Also, help me get a hold of her address if you can; I need to speak with her,” 

“I will do just that, Mr. Coleman; see you,” he said and walked out of my office.

I sat on my chair and left a long sigh. I really wished I could see Elena right .

I want to ask her to forgive me. I have dropped my charge against her, but my father doesn't want to drop his charges.

Immediately, I stood up from my desk and grabbed my keys. I stroked out of the office in anger and got into the waiting car.

My driver and bodyguards walked to me, and I made them halt. “I want to be alone,” I said, and they backed out. I got into the car, started the engine, and Zoomed off.

After a short drive, I arrived at my grandparents's house. My grandmother was standing upstairs, sipping a cup of coffee as she stared at me. She was so delighted that she stood up and watched me.

I hurried upstairs and rushed to my grandmother.

“Hello Nicklaus, it’s so nice to see you here,” she spoke excitedly and wrapped her arms around me.

My face didn't look so bright, and she noticed she was pulling away. She narrowed her eyes when she saw that my facial expression was hardened. “What's wrong, my son?” she asked.

She held my hands, and we both sat on the chair, facing each other. One of the maids walked in and served me a cup of coffee, but I wasn't in the mood for that.

Grandma’s eyes never left mine, and her facial expression was filled with worry. “Nicklaus, what's wrong?” she asked.

“Grandma, did you think we did the right thing?” I asked.

She scoffed and looked away. She turned to me and reached for my hands, squeezing them gently.

“Nicklaus,” she said and looked at me for some time.

“I am not going to scold you, nor am I going to pick sides with what is going on with Elena, but you shouldn't have divorced her so soon. You shouldn't have given her time to prove herself.” Grandma spoke.

“But grandma, all the evidence is pointing to her; I don't know what to do or what to believe anymore,” I spoke, rubbing my hands through my hair.

My grandma stood up and walked up to me; she gently placed her hands on my shoulders and said, “Nicklaus, I may be old but now stupid. I know you are eager to gain all that your father had promised, and you want to do everything the right way, but something smells fishy about this whole drama,” she said.

I raised my head and looked up at her. “You think so, Grandma?” I asked.

“Yes, here is my advice. Leave it to the law. They will keep carrying out the investigations and I know justice shall prevail.” she spoke.