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“Senior Mr Holston is indeed wise.” Mark scoffed lightly as they gathered. Lorenzo arched a brow, amused, while the others listened attentively.“He cut his losses in time, instead of choosing to perish”“That isn’t him.” Chris shook his head, “He’s old school- a fighter. He would have chosen to go down swinging, if left to his devices. That move has Daniel written all over it.”“He? That wise?” Darcy ridiculed openly.“Despite his flaws, he has a brilliant business mind.” Chris was never one to undermine someone’s worth; he gave credit where it was due.Everyone fell silent, not because they had nothing more to add, but out of respect for Chris Jnr and Emm…… though the little troublemakers themselves couldn’t care less.Grandpa Holston could no longer bear to remain in their ancestral home. People often came to offer their sympathies, some genuine, others merely curious, and a few who lingered just long enough to press at wounds that had never begun to heal.This had once been a pla
The day of Daniel’s court appearance or his doom, rather, arrived without surprise; the outcome was even more predictable. There had never been any real question about the verdict.Quinton hated losing, it grated on him more than death itself, yet he had still taken on a case destined for failure, a guaranteed stain on his record. His old man owed Senior Mr. Holston, and duty left no room for refusal.What did come as a surprise, in this entire saga, was the media frenzy. The case drew more coverage than a political upheaval caught mid-explosion, broadcasted not only nationally but internationally, sparking a buzz that lingered for over a month.It was an open-and-shut case, weighed down by overwhelming, irrefutable evidence. In all fairness, neither Thomas nor Quinton were given the chance to display their professional prowess, two of the country’s most formidable barristers, each known for shaking courtrooms with their methodical and persuasive eloquence, reduced to spectators in a
“Big treasure, tell me, how long do you think would be an appropriate sentence for Mr Holston?” Thomas turned to Chris Jnr, wanting to know their thoughts. He didn’t think it was unreasonable to pose such a question to a six-year-old. Chris’s parenting style was different, and both Big Treasure and Little Treasure were more than capable of forming their own opinions, regardless of age.““How long isn’t the question…” Chris Jnr shook his head with a sly smile. “The real focus should be how widely the case is covered.”“Why?” Penny furrowed her brow as she looked at her younger cousins in confusion.“What do you think has a greater impact…” Chris Jnr’s mannerisms mirrored Chris’s as he spoke in a calm, measured tone. “Being quietly locked away… or being named and shamed in front of the entire world until you wish yourself out of existence?”“For someone like Mr Holston, the second would mean social death and thereby…” Penny paused, her eyes lighting up as understanding dawned. “Ah… now
The officers stepped inside and greeted Grandpa Holston respectfully before turning to acknowledge Daniel, who had just managed to sit upright.Grandpa Holston reciprocated the greeting, maintaining a calm expression although his fingers tightened around the head of his cane.“Mr Holston, I am detective chief superintendent Sean Ernst, and this is Commissioner Irvine Moss.” One of the officers started the conversation introducing himself.He turned his head, towards Grandpa Holston, once again acknowledging him with a respectful nod, before stating the purpose of his visit, in a calm, detached tone “Mr Holston, you have been formally charged with abduction and unlawful detainment of Mrs Walters and attempted murder of Mr and Mrs Walters’ unborn quadruplets.”“That is my wife….” Daniel’s voice cut in, rough and edged with raw bitterness.Grandpa Holston sat where he was, neither condemning nor condoning, the only giveaway of his reaction was the faint creak of wood on the floor and the
“Heavens…. This truly is your retribution...” Grandpa Holston wept as he shook his head in regret.Daniel sighed as he tried to sit up, to comfort Grandpa Holston; however he fell back despite trying his best, but this successfully got Grandpa Holston out of self-reproach and brought his attention back to his precious grandson. He stopped wallowing in his grief, his grandson needed him most now, he couldn’t fall… at least not yet!He patted Daniel’s hand in a comforting manner, supressing his own grief “Alright… alright… we have to look forward.”Neither Grandpa nor grandson spoke for a while before Daniel broke the silence “Grandpa, how’s everything at company?”“Holding on…. barely…” Grandpa Holston sighed before sinking into his thoughts once again. After a while he asked, “Would you resent me if….” he paused, unable to ask out loud the thought that had been haunting him in the past 2 weeks.“Grandpa, I won’t blame nor will I resent you.” Daniel shook his head as he comforted his gr
Grandpa Holston woke up the next morning to the good news of Daniel regaining consciousness. He rushed over to find Daniel to check on his precious grandson, only to find him with a vacant gaze.“Son, how are you feeling?” Grandpa Holston asked anxiously as he sat near his bed, holding his hand, in an attempt to bring his soul back from wherever it wandered off to.Daniel turned his gaze to look at Grandpa Holston; he tried to steady his gaze on Grandpa Holston’s face, as though searching for recognition before muttering in a low, despondent voice “I lost…. I lost so miserably… I lost my wife and kids… I have nothing left!”“Not all is lost… not all…” Grandpa Holston choked as he patted Daniel’s hand affectionately “You are still breathing….and that’s all that matters. You have the rest of your life, live it well.”“Don’t stay stuck in the past…” Grandpa Holston’s voice seemed to have aged considerably in the last 4 weeks “The past has left our grasp, trying to hold on to it, is as foo
“What wrong?” Chris asked once they got on the car on their way back home after settling all the affected kids in hospital. “Treasures, can you tell godfather what happened?” Neil ignored Chris’s question and turned to Chris Jnr and Emm. He knew Chris’s parenting methods, but he didn’t agree; his tr
Night Blade brought the kids back after their punishment was over; all of them without exception was dead tired. Marcus had hoped that he would be able to cruise through this one as the kids were coming along. Little did he know that his evil little uncle divided them into two groups, clubbing him,
“I…… I ….” Simon stuttered; he didn’t know the answer; his first instinct was to deny; ‘Why would he chase after someone who didn’t cherish him?’ But when he opened his mouth, his answer was most tactful “Wife, you know I do terribly on hypothetical multiple-choice questions… please spare me.” He hu
“Wife, calm down.” Chris gently massaged Emile’s back as he coaxed her. He could feel her trembling in anger.“Calm down??” Emile hissed as she glared at Chris.Chris scratched the back of his head looking like a pitiful kid who didn’t know how to fix his mistake.“How dare he? How dare he have the ner







