Chapter 107 Chapter 107
Amelia
Maxwell insisted on driving me to my parents’ place. The ride was silent, we didn’t speak a word the entire way, each lost in our own thoughts. When the car finally rolled to a stop in front of my parents’ mansion, I glanced at him. “Are you coming inside?” I asked, trying to break the tension.
He didn’t look up, his eyes were glued to his phone, thumbs moving across the screen, completely ignoring me. I let out a soft sigh and muttered, “Whatever.”
I opened my door, the cool air hitting me as I stepped out. “I might take a while,” I added, my voice firm but low, not expecting a response.
With that, I walked toward the grand entrance, leaving him in the car, absorbed in his own world.
I stepped into the living room, a maid appeared almost immediately, bowing slightly. “Where is my mom?” I asked
“Good afternoon ma’am ,” she said. “Your parents went out, but they should be back anytime soon.”
I nodded quietly, my heart tightening, and didn’t linger. I headed upstairs toward the girls’ room, the memories of countless afternoons spent here rushing back with every step.
I opened the door and stepped inside. Memories rushed in immediately, quiet nights spent here with the girls, tucking them into bed and waiting for them to fall asleep. Aria was always the last. She would fight sleep, asking endless questions, insisting she wasn’t a baby, that she was grown and needed to know everything.
A soft sigh left my lips as tears gathered in my eyes.
With a heavy heart, I walked toward their things, picking out clothes and a few essentials I thought they might need. Maxwell had told me to leave everything, that he would buy whatever they needed—but that wasn’t the point.
This was the only way I could bring a piece of Aria back with me… the only way I could feel close to her again.
Finally, I approached Aria’s closet. I hesitated, taking a deep breath before opening it fully, I stood dumbfounded when I found many of her things missing.
I quickly searched around the room, throwing open drawers and peering under beds, but Aria’s things were nowhere to be found.
Panic rising, I bolted down the stairs, my voice shaking as I screamed, “Mary!”
She came running out of the kitchen, startled by my urgency.
“I checked the girls’ room and some of Aria’s things are missing!” I demanded, my words spilling out in a rush. “Where did you keep them? Tell me now!”
Mary froze for a heartbeat, her hands trembling slightly. “Mrs. Davies asked me to pack them…” she began nervously. Before she could finish, the front door opened suddenly. My parents stepped in.
“Baby!” my mom called out immediately. She rushed toward me and pulled me into a tight hug. I stiffened at first, then slowly relaxed into her arms. She held me like she hadn’t seen me in years.
“It’s so good to see you again,” she said as she pulled back, her hands still holding my shoulders. “I missed you so much.”
My dad walked up next, wrapping his arms around me in a firm embrace. “I’m so happy you are fine, honey,” he said warmly. “We missed you and the kids too.”
I forced a small smile, even though my chest was tight. “I missed you guys too,” I replied quietly. “I just came to check up on you.”
My mom’s gaze shifted toward the staircase. “Where are the kids?” she asked. “You didn’t bring them with you?”
I shook my head. “Maxwell didn’t allow me to bring them.”
Her expression changed slightly, and she nodded slowly. “He thinks we are responsible for their kidnapping,” she said in a low voice. She sighed and added, “We saw him outside. He barely acknowledged us. He didn’t even allow us into his estate yet he is sitting outside our compound.”
Guilt crept into my chest. “I am sorry, Mom,” I said softly. Then I straightened, remembering why I came. “But that’s not the pressing issue right now.”
Their attention returned to me fully. “I went upstairs to the girls’ room to pick some of their things,” I continued. “I couldn’t find Aria’s stuff.”
There was a brief silence. My mom frowned slightly. “Your husband is a trillionaire who can afford anything the kids need,” she said. “Why come here to take the things we bought for them with our own money?”
I closed my eyes for a second, trying to steady myself. My patience was slipping. “That’s not the point,” I said, keeping my voice as calm as I could. “The girls were asking for some of their things. But some of Aria’s clothes and toys are missing.”
I looked directly at her. “Where did you keep them?”
My dad stepped in before she could respond. “Why do you need Aria’s things?” he asked. “Why not just take the others and leave hers here?” He glanced at my mom, who nodded in agreement.
Something inside me tightened. I took a slow breath, trying to hold myself together. “Dad… Mom…” I said, my voice lower now, strained. “I’m trying my best not to snap at you.”
They both went quiet. “I’m going to ask nicely for the last time,” I continued, my fingers curling slightly at my sides. “Where did her things go?”
My voice trembled despite my effort to stay calm. “Why is only her stuff missing?” I looked from one of them to the other, my heart pounding. “Where did you put them?”
My mom frowned slightly. “Are you sure you checked properly?” she asked. “Besides, you don’t really need her things right now.”
Something in me snapped. “I don’t need them?” I yelled, my voice echoing through the living room. “Where did you keep her things?”
They both went quiet, clearly taken aback by my outburst. “Mom, I’m not asking again,” I said, my voice shaking with anger and fear. “Where are Aria’s things?”
Before either of them could respond, the front door opened. I turned sharply. Maxwell stepped inside, his eyes moved from my parents to me, narrowing slightly as he took in my expression.
“Mel, are you okay?” he asked , his voice calm but edged with concern, “why do you look so tense?”