Chapter # 92

When we entered after Kyle managed to intimidate my sons and declared his wicked intentions which I was no longer frightened of.

I had my Denzel with me.

There was nothing which could harm me anymore in his presence and this belief made me hold my head high.

But, the second we entered, Matthew argued, tears pricking in his eyes, afraid of the tense moment created.

“What is happening, Mama?”

Unlike Anthony who was a timid boy, Matthew was fearless and sharper than his age.

And he didn’t like the situation he saw, demanding answers for it.

“Who was that man? Wasn’t that mansion ours? What was he doing there?”

His series of questions came, refusing to settle without hearing a clear response.

“Boys, it’s nothing,” Denzel said softly, placing his hand over Anthony’s head who hugged his leg rigidly from dread.

“No, tell us. What is happening?”

“Everything is okay,”

“No, it’s not.”

I sighed, stopping Denzel, knowing empty consolations won’t work on Matthew and shifted to my one knee, hol