Chapter 142 Burial I
A confused Havilah walked after her.
The servants all came out from the noise of the woman shouting.
“Excuse me, what’s the issue—“ the butler came to calm her down.
“The issue here is I want to see Edward. Bring him here now!!” she said.
“What’s the ruckus about,” Kiara's voice echoed from the staircase. The sound of her robe brushing against the steps
Edward stepped out after his wife with both his hands in his pocket, his black hair mixed with white was brushed back with a center parting his face devoid of emotion.
His eyes flicked first to his granddaughter.
“Avi, sweetheart, go to your room.” Havilah walked with soft steps unsure as she made it past her grandfather.
“Rose what do we owe this visit, why are you screaming this house down?”
“Kiara, I’m not here for you,just stand aside.” She braced herself and turned to Edward.
“Edward,” she tried to steady her voice while her hand betrayed her “why is my son locked up in a cell?”
Edward chuckled. “Do your employers know their Butler is here creating a scene here?”
“They would be glad to know how I became their butler, in the first place .” She shot back.
“Rose, you broke a contract coming here, did you forget the fine?” Kiara wasn’t having it she hated that this lowly bitch who bowed at her feet had grown wings.
“The contract was to save my child! But you broke it first by hurting him. You think I will let you kill him the way you killed my husband ?”
“Watch your mouth, or that will be the last thing you remember saying.” Edward growled.
Rose stepped closer unflinching. “You can’t shut me up, you think I spent all my years in the Richard’s without a solid ground for myself. Let my son go right now. Trust me I’m not the woman who once begged at your feet.”
Kiara’s face twisted in anger “Your son is a rapist–“
Edward reached out and touched his wife's arms to stop her from speaking.
He nodded his head slowly. One of the guards moved.
“Go get your son and get lost,”
Butler Rose turned to Kiara. “If my son is a rapist, then he took after his father,” she glanced pointedly at Edward.
Kiara brows creased. "What—"
A loud groan grabbed the attention.
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It seemed like the sky always cried when good people were gone.
A soft drizzle fell over the private cemetery in the outskirts of Ivory city.
Heaven had bought a private plot for Mr. Gibson alone to be honored. It was tucked beneath a cluster of old acacia trees, the branches formed a loose canopy shielding the space he would rest.
Present in the burial were a few people who had known Mr. Gibson by the bracelets he sold, Maverick, Liam, Heaven, and little Rebecca standing at the edge of the open grave.
Mr Gibson laid in a dark wooden polish casket dressed in a midnight suit, sparkling white shirt, a brown tie and a well polished brown shoe.Thankfully Maverick had made sure he was dressed handsomely;
He looked peaceful like he had lived his best life and was passing the baton to his granddaughter Rebecca to live.
“Papa looks so handsome,” Rebecca whispered, holding her pink teddy.
“Papa, see my dress too,” she twirled. “Mommy made me beautiful.”
She was dressed in a black dress, fitted in the upper half and a circular full flair in the lower half that reached exactly on her knees. Her hair was smoothly packed and knotted into a bun secured with a tiny black ribbon; Her ears were adorned with floral earrings. She had a black one inch heels over her feet, making her look taller..
Heaven’s eyes glazed over watching the girl chat to the man with the man who could no longer answer as she updated him on the events that he had missed.
Heaven wanted to ask him why he would risk his life and save hers but that was an answer she would never get in this lifetime.
Maverick reached out and interlaced his fingers with hers being a quiet anchor. Tears slid her eyes
“I have a bear,” she held it out for him, “the one from the big shop, brother Liam bought for me.”
“Papa,” she called with a shaky voice. “You don’t have to worry about my welfare anymore. I have a mommy and a brother . Rest okay, I will come see you again.”
Rebecca turned to Heaven and held her free hand.
Two men stood by the sides of the coffin, closed it and began to settle it down to the ground. They watched as the grave filled up. A grave stone bearing his was placed over the site.
Mathew Gibson.
Beloved Grandfather
Rest in peace.
The street vendors began to drop a piece of chrysanthemum before walking off.
Heaven felt the little girl's trembling hand she was trying to be brave and not cry. So she knelt down to her side not minding her dress brushing the muddy ground.
“Let it out, baby sometimes it’s necessary to cry.” Her little shoulders trembled.
“Will Papa be lonely here?”
Heaven’s throat tightened. She brushed a raindrop from Rebecca’s cheek.
“No, sweetheart. We will visit . And every time we come, we’ll bring stories. And flowers. And maybe even another bear for him to watch over.”
Rebecca managed a little smile. “Go stand with brother so I can speak with papa”
Rebecca nodded, moved to Liam and slipped her hands into his.
“Brother Liam, did you find it?” She asked innocently.
“Find what?” He asked her.
“When we came back from the ‘moll’ you said you were looking for your phone.”
“It’s ‘mall’ not ‘moll’” Liam corrected her.
“I found it,” his eyes looked at Maverick who stood behind his mama.
“There was no need going to the car, it was already in your pocket,Brother Liam”
Liam looked at her. He had indeed gone back to the car but it wasn’t for his phone. His eyes moved to Maverick.
Heaven stood in front of the grave side. “I don’t know what you chose to give your life for mine. But I will spend the rest of my life paying you. I will take Rebecca like mine and love her the way you loved me.” She pulled her hand out and the red bracelet was tied beautifully. “It’s going to be a happy ending for us.”
She turned and looked at the bracelet on Rebecca’s arm.
After they moved away from the private plot.
A car pulled over with a screech in front of them.