Chapter 191 The Escape.
He stopped short. Havilah looked from the drawing up to Maverick. She bit her lips. She immediately reached for the book.
“Daddy, I’m sorry. I couldn’t help but draw it.” Her lips quivered.
Maverick looked at her, pulling out of his shock. He took her out of the tent and placed her on the bed, then knelt down in front of her, holding both of her hands.
“What are you sorry about? Did you see this somewhere?” He asked her gently, even though he was dying to know where she had seen it.
She didn’t answer.
“Don’t be scared, angel. Daddy is not angry. He just needs to know so badly. It would really mean a lot to me.”
If she had information, it would help their investigation and help them know who killed his brother.
“Mummy said telling you would make you angry and then you won’t want me anymore,” her small voice spoke.
“Fucking damn bitch, Evangel,” he muttered under his breath.
“A father can never leave his child.”
She stared at him.
“The man in grandpa’s office said to show it to you, but mummy said not to.”
Maverick felt the world spin. His breathing turned shallow.
“W-what man, baby?”
“Uncle Boyle. He said he is Daddy’s brother. He lives inside the wall of Grandpa’s study.”
Maverick knelt in front of Havilah, frozen in time, trying to take in what his daughter had said to him.
“Which grandpa?”
“Grandpa Edward.”
Edward’s Mansion: The Escape
“The butler asked me to bring this food for you all,” a female servant said.
Zoro looked at his other colleagues. “But she sent food an hour ago already.”
“Exactly,” the other agreed.
The maid blinked her eyes for a split second. “Well, she said to bring this one again. That you might be hungry in the middle of the night since she will be in the late madam’s altar room with all the servants.”
It was quiet for a while before the one with a tattoo on his smoothly shaved head spoke.
“The food smells yummy. Keep it. We will eat it later.”
She nodded and quietly kept the tray of food on the table. She turned to leave. Her eyes brushed past the hidden door that was disguised as if it didn’t exist.
“Stop,” she heard from one of them.
She turned slowly.
“Come back later at night,” he said, licking his lips. “I would love to reward you.”
She forced a smile that didn’t reach her eyes, nodding in agreement.
She left the study, but she stood in front of the door pacing, waiting for their voices to go quiet because it would after they had eaten the food. It wasn’t long before their voices died down.
She sneaked back into the room. She set the time on her watch.
She had thirty minutes to get him. The drug she had put in the food would wear off soon.
She lunged at the door where he was kept, but it was locked.
“Fuck!” she cursed.
She went toward the sleeping men, searching their bodies for a key, but there was none.
Maybe it wasn’t a physical key because she couldn’t find any opening.
She began pushing each brick on the wall. It didn’t work. Then she moved to the shelves with books and began moving them one after the other until she heard a clicking sound.
She entered the darkness until she saw light peeking out from the door. She touched the handle and felt a key. She opened it to see the man.
Boyle stood up immediately and followed her.
“I do hope you haven’t lost your agility being locked up in there. We have to climb over walls. I don’t want you dragging me back,” she told him immediately as they stepped out of the study.
“Who are you? Why are you helping me?” Boyle asked.
“I’m not helping you, I’m using you.”
She heard the voices of some servants. She stopped and leaned on the wall.
“You called me captain, meaning you know me. I am your superior.”
She led him through the hallway leading to the back of the house.
“You used to be, but not anymore because I am not in the military anymore,” she replied honestly.
They finally made it to the loneliest hallway. There was a chair stacked up to reach the window high above. That would take them to the woods leading out of the Edward mansion.
“Why?” Boyle asked.
“Do you want to get out of here or not?”
“I do.”
“Then shut up and follow me.”
Boyle zipped it, but only for a second.
“Why didn’t you inform my family about me? It would have been easier than this process since you know,” he asked her.
“You tried calling your father too. How did it go?”
He held her hand. “You knew I had been there for that long?” he asked in shock.
She pulled her hand away from him in disgust.
“I tried to keep a piece of paper in your father’s pocket and waited. Nothing. I sent him something that…” she paused.
Boyle saw her eyes glisten before she blinked it back.
“Your family is dumb as hell,” she told him.
“I can’t wait anymore. Climb,” she ordered him.
“You go first. Ladies first,” he said.
She stared blankly at him.
“If you don’t make it out in one minute, I am leaving you behind.”
He shrugged his shoulders.
She climbed up the chairs, reached for the window, and pulled herself up. She gave him one look and disappeared to the other end.
Boyle climbed effortlessly. He didn’t need the stairs she had created from chairs. He was tall enough. He jumped and caught the window, crossed over, and then landed on the other side.
Immediately, he got down, a gun pointed at his head.