Chapter 93 I want to buy a game
At the Edward’s Mansion
The car rolled to a stop in front of the Edward’s mansion.
Havilah stepped out, her small feet carrying her quickly into the house. She had asked the driver to bring her here instead of home after school. She still wore her uniform, her blonde hair tied into two ponytails with red ribbons.
She had something important to ask her grandpa, something she couldn’t say in front of her mother she would make a fuss.
“Avi.”
She turned.
“Good afternoon, Uncle Killian.”
Killian had spotted her the moment she entered. He moved toward her, surprise flickering across his face before softening into a smile.
“This is a pleasant surprise,” he said warmly. “Where’s your mum?” His eyes searched behind her.
“I came alone,” Havilah replied politely, her voice small but steady. She hesitated but asked.
Then, after a brief pause, she asked, “Where’s my grandpa?”
Killian studied her a moment longer than necessary, something thoughtful passing through his eyes.
“He should be in his study,” he said finally.
Havilah nodded. “Thank you.”
She walked a little hesitated and turned back to him.
“Uncle Killian could you please help me find someone?”
“Who?” He asked.
“Liam,I met him in Sun City. I want to be friends with him.” She said wriggling with her cloth. She knew he could find anybody she had heard her mother say it.
He knelt down on one knee “you can’t call a stranger you met briefly friend, strangers can be harmful.”
“He is not, he beat up those boys who shoved me. He saved me and I want to thank him. My grandmother said to always be grateful and appreciate those who helped us.
Killian looked into her doe eyes and he couldn’t say no even though he knew there was going to be millions of Liam, it was rather impossible to find especially in the private island that had locked hacking skills out. He couldn’t break through but he didn’t want to shatter her hopes.
“I will do it.” He said like he lost a battle.
“Thank you, thank you.” She lit up into a bright smile moving to hug him, before pulling back and walking away leaving a stunned Killian behind.
Havilah contemplated on whether to go say hello to her grandma first, but she didn’t have time for that. She pushed open the door to her grandfather’s study, the place he was almost always in. But it was empty.
She frowned and pulled out her phone to call him, but it rang from inside the room.
Her gaze snapped to the desk. His phone lay there.
“It’s quite urgent,” she muttered to herself.
Should she ask her paternal grandpa for help instead?
No. Her mother would find out. She didn’t want that.
Havilah decided to wait a little. She dropped her backpack, slipped out her laptop, and sat on the chair. She stared at the dark screen, then reached for her headset and slipped it on, trying to block out the silence.
Then she heard the rattling sound of metal. She pulled off the headset and looked around the room. She was alone.
She thought the heard wrong but she heard again this time more clearer.
“Grandpa?” her small voice called but there was no answer.
The rattling sound came again.
“Grandpa… is that you?” she asked nervously. “Are you playing with me?”
Still there was no answer.
Her heart began to pound as the sound intensified the sound of chains scraping against the floor.
Havilah swallowed hard and stood. Despite her fear, her feet moved, following the noise, her ears straining to locate where it was coming from.
“Hello?” she whispered. “Is someone there?”
The rattling grew sharper.
She pressed her hand against the wall. It creaked. A hidden door shifted open.
She wrapped her arms around herself as she stepped closer, peering into the dark narrow hallway.
“Who’s there?” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Grandpa, I’m scared…”
The chains scraped violently.Her chest thudded painfully but she continued to move inside.
Suddenly, a hand grabbed her arm and yanked her back, she shouted.
“Havilah, it’s me”
She gasped, breath shaking.
“Grandpa!” she cried, clinging to him. “I think someone is back there. I heard noises, metal, chains…”
“You heard nothing, my little rabbit,” Edward said quickly,His voice was calm, but tight. “What brings you here today?”
He changed the subject deliberately. Havilah hesitated, her eyes drifting once more toward the wall.Then she looked back at him.
“I need some money, Grandpa.”
Edward opened a drawer and pulled out a wad of cash, placing it in her hands.Havilah bit her lip because it wasn’t enough.Not even close.
“Like… two million dollars,” she added softly. Edward’s brows creased deeply.
“What do you need that amount of money for?” Edward arched a brow.
“To buy a game.”
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Fabian couldn’t stop thinking about the patient from earlier.
Those eyes.
Liam had stayed in the adjoining room, curled into a chair with a book, quietly turning pages as if the world beyond them didn’t exist.
Heaven pulled Fabian aside the moment they were alone. As relieved as she was to see him, fear edged her voice.
“I told you I could handle this,” she said in a hushed rush. “Why would you risk coming here, Fabian? If Rodrigo finds out you’re in Ivory City, he’ll kill you. Does the old man even know you’re here? Why didn’t you come with…”
“Rodrigo is dead,” Fabian cut in calmly.
She froze. “Huh? How?”
He leaned back slightly, watching her reaction. He didn’t mind the nagging. It meant she cared and that was enough for now.
“The old man finally came out of his I-don’t-want-war-anymore nonsense,” Fabian said. “He decided to end it completely. Took Rodrigo out.”
Heaven exhaled shakily. “So… you’re all back in Ivory City?”
“Fully back.”
His gaze drifted to her desk. A paper lay there creased, folded, clearly handled too many times. A school form.
“You look more relieved that we’re back than confident about handling things alone,” he said quietly. “How did you hold up?”
“Quite well,” she replied, lifting her chin. “I fixed this place up, and I got somewhere for Liam and me to stay.”
Fabian’s expression didn’t soften. “The place you got is manageable,” he admitted. “But it isn’t secure. And there’s nothing ‘fixed’ about this hospital.”
He stepped past her and picked up the form.
“You don’t have to sound like Liam,” Heaven muttered. “It’s not that bad. I even had a patient walk in today.”
Fabian paused.
That caught his attention.
No one just walked into places like this.
“Did you find out anything about who you are?” he asked carefully.
She shook her head. “It’s like I don’t exist. Like nobody wants me.” Her voice cracked despite her effort. “Seven years, Fabian. No one searched for me. Not in the papers. Not on social media. Not even a police report.”
Her eyes shimmered.
Fabian crossed the space between them and pulled her into his arms, brushing her hair gently.
To him, it didn’t matter who she used to be. He wanted her now.He wanted to be her family.
“Do you really need to find people who don’t want you?” he asked softly.
She swallowed. “Liam needs a father.”
“Did he say that?”
“Not exactly,” she whispered. “But he needs…”
Fabian pulled back, reached for the form, and signed it without hesitation. As the father figure.
“There,” he said simply. “Done.”
She stared at the paper.
“We should focus on fixing this place properly,” he continued. “And the old man wants you and Liam home.” He smiled.
Heaven stood still, conflicted.
“Don’t dare say you don’t want to live off us again. Take it that you are paying us back by letting us do what we want.”
She wasn’t sure how to feel.But she didn’t hate his help either.