Chapter 140 THE JOURNEY BEGINS

Chapter 140 THE JOURNEY BEGINS
Godiva POV

Godmother brought out two paper recipe books for special pancakes and doughnuts.

“This is my signature dish, and I'm passing down the legacy to both my goddaughters,” she said.

“Oh ma'am, you scared us,” Dina replied excitedly, picking one of the notebooks while I collected the other.

“Wow,” godmother exclaimed, taking a deep breath. “So, what do you girls want to do? Will you take the trip?” godmother asked.

“I really have no idea,” Dina responded, inhaling deeply as she took her seat.

“What about you, Div?” godmother asked, turning to me.

“I really... I'm confused, godmother. Knowing the way this woman has been against us all the while, it's hard believing she changed overnight,” I lamented.

“Exactly my point. Or do people change drastically overnight like that?” Dina asked, turning to godmother, who in turn let out a gentle smile.

“Well, girls, about people changing overnight, I don't know. But I do know this may be her wanting to right all her wrongs,” godmother continued.

“Wise one,” Alex hailed godmother, teasing her.

“Stop it,” godmother said, trying hard to stop herself from blushing. “Well, it'd be rude to decline the offer,” she continued seriously.

“You think so?” I asked godmother.

“Yes, I think you girls should ride with them. Don't worry, I'll make sure you all ride safely with her,” godmother assured, hugging us tightly.

Night passed like a fleeing sheep, and in what felt like only a few seconds, it was the early hours of the morning.

We were woken up early the next morning by Alex, who forcefully dragged the duvet off our bodies.

“Oh no, Alex, can you please let us be?” Dina protested, trying to drag the duvet back over herself.

“Well, I wish I could let you girls be, but Jerald called, and they'll be here in thirty minutes,” Alex announced, taking the duvet away from the bed.

“What!” Dina and I exclaimed, jumping out of bed.

“Take it easy. Godmother is already preparing breakfast, and they'll be joining us, so take your time,” Alex continued as he dashed out of the room.

“What? That scary woman is having breakfast here?” Dina exclaimed, shivering.

“It's not that deep, girl. I'm sure she'd decline the invitation for breakfast,” I responded, taking my clothes off.

“Actually...” Dina chipped in as she headed to the bathroom.

In less than thirty minutes, we were done dressing and hurried downstairs for breakfast.

“What!” I exclaimed, puzzled at the sight of Jerald and his mom munching on the steak and potatoes on the table.

“Oh good, they're finally done. Come join us, girls,” godmother said with a smile, pointing at the two vacant seats beside Mrs. Young.

I hurriedly sat on the seat beside godmother, leaving the vacant seat beside Mrs. Young for Dina.

“Good morning, godmother. Morning, Mrs. Young,” I said calmly, bowing slightly.

“Hope you're ready for the long journey?” Mrs. Young asked, turning to us.

“All good. I love long journeys,” Dina responded, forcing a smile as I served our breakfast.

Alas, it was time to go. Our luggage was already in the car, and after godmother prayed for us, all that remained were the hugs and emotional goodbyes. Dina and I clung to godmother as tears freely flowed down my cheeks.

“I'll miss you, godmother,” I whispered, gently pecking her on the forehead as I slowly let go.

“Please take good care of my girls,” godmother said, turning to Mrs. Young with a bow.

“I will,” Mrs. Young responded with a smile, also taking a bow.

“Wow, this is the first time I've seen your mom smile,” I whispered into Jerald's ear as he opened the rear door for me, grinning.

After I got into the car, he quickly got in after me, followed by Dina.

“Why are you kids leaving the front seat vacant? Do you want me to be your driver?” Mrs. Young teased, pointing for one of us to come forward.

“Dina,” I suggested loudly.

“Yes, Dina,” Jerald seconded, practically pushing Dina out as she struggled to resist.

“Goodbye, godmother,” Dina said one last time as she got into the front seat hesitantly.

“At this point, I wish he was here,” Dina pouted.

“You wish who was here?” I asked deliberately, emphasizing the word who for Mrs. Young to hear, while Jerald burst out laughing.

Mrs. Young shot Dina a side-eye as she pressed her hand against her lips.

Our journey back home was extra boring at first, before the drama that almost claimed our lives.

I spent the early part of the journey sober, not wanting to spoil Mrs. Young's mood or make her regret bringing us along.

We made an emergency stop at a mini mall to get supplies, chips, and other things that would keep us fired up as we prepared to drive through the countryside and back to Mavic.

Immediately we stepped out of the vehicle, I ambushed Jerald with the questions I should have asked long ago.

“I never took you for someone who would even have a family house close to All Saints,” I said, trying to get the truth out of him.

He stared at me for a few seconds, trying to read where I was driving at.

“What did you really come to this place to do?” I asked. “This isn't a vacation spot, and you rich folks would rather go to a five-star country for a tour or holiday than come to a place like this. So why were you really here?”

“Oh! I came here to reconcile with you, Godiva,” Jerald replied, faking a smile.

“Don't get me annoyed, Jerald. We all know your father would never let you travel across the country just to reconcile with some girl he never approved of in the first place.”

“Alright, alright. I'll tell you,” Jerald finally gave in, raising his hands.

At that moment, Dina came along carrying bags of popcorn, roasted meat, cookies, and some weird drinks and yoghurts.

“Mrs. Young got these specially for us,” Dina spoke excitedly.

It was actually a kind gesture, but Dina was interrupting something very important.

“You aren't even excited? Won't you guys get anything for yourselves, or are you going to munch on the food Mrs. Young picked out herself?”

“Oh my God, Dina, you're interrupting his confession,” I barked at her.

“In five minutes we'll officially be on the highway. Couldn't you guys continue your conversation there?” she said, refusing to leave.

“Give us a minute, Dina!”

“You need to start speaking. We're almost out of time,” I said, turning to Jerald in frustration.