Chapter Forty-Seven
Uncle Victor’s POV:
“You should be grateful that Mr. Derrick has agreed to help you,” I told Alexander.
“I am grateful. Dad,” Alexander said.
“But you need to make your ways right,” I advised.
“But don’t you think there is something off with Fiona’s calmness?” Alexander asked me.
“No,” I replied.
“I was surprised by what she did yesterday. She only sat helplessly on the floor,” Alexander said.
“She did not even retaliate,” he added.
“I do not think so,” I told him.
“Have you seen the video of how she spoke to the press people and the cops today?” I asked him.
“You should go through your phone. It is on the internet,” I told Alexander.
“I am avoiding the internet now. People would be whining over the incident,” Alexander told me.
“You know, Fiona has nowhere to turn to. We have been on her issue for so long,” I said.
“She knows that she is not capable of winning us all by herself,” I explained.
“If she can’t beat us then she has to join us,” I added.
“I think I agree with you Dad. She is finally stuck with us,” Alexander said.
“From now on, you need to fix things so that the tension would ease, especially from the public,” I advised.
“Okay, father,” Alexander replied.
I called Derrick to see how far he had gone.
“I am working on it. Everything will turn out fine,” Derrick told me.
“Okay. I trust you,” I told him.
“Do not worry Harrington. I’ve got you on this,” Derrick said then we hung up.
Two weeks after the incident, the cops visited the house on a steady basis, and I grew worried about it.
“Bro, these cops are disturbing me and my family,” I complained to Derrick over the phone.
“They have not stopped coming to the house ever since. I am starting to lose my patience,” I said.
“You should calm down, Victor. These people cannot do anything to your child, not when I am here,” he told me.
“Okay,” I replied.
“So how is it going?” I asked him.
“I am working on it. It is just that the woman cop is proving stubborn after I asked her to drop the case,” Derrick explained.
“Oh my God,” I exclaimed.
“So how do we go about it?” I asked him.
“I need you to calm down. I have dealt with people who are more stiff-necked than her,” he said.
“I need you to relax,” he said.
“I need to work. I will call you when anything new comes up,” Derrick said.
“Dad, I need you to see this,” Alexander came running to me the next morning.
“What is it, son?” I asked him.
“The woman cop was found dead in her apartment this morning,” he said, showing me his phone.
“And what did they say was the cause of her death?” I asked Alexander.
“She was murdered, and it was said that she had a letter from an unknown person asking her to get off a case,” Alexander explained.
“What case is that?” I asked him.
“I don’t know. It was not written here,” I said looking at the phone.
“Maybe she is used to puking her nose in places she is not meant to,” I told him.
“Do you know anything about this, Dad?” Alexander asked me.
“What kind of question is that, Alex?” I asked.
“I am sorry, Dad,” Alexander apologized.
Derrick called later in the day.
“It has been done,” he told me.
“Wait, do you have a hand in the cop woman’s death?” I asked him.
“Don’t you want to be free, Victor?” Derrick said.
“Besides she has been a pain in the throat to a lot of people,” Derrick said.
“Thank you, Derrick,” I said.
“You are more than a brother,” I added.
“Yes!” I said in excitement as I hung up.
“I guess you would have to prepare properly for your wedding because nothing would be stopping it this time,” I told Alexander.
“I know, right? Thank you, Dad,” Alexander said.
“Especially for being there for me,” he said.
All of a sudden, I heard chants from the streets. It felt like a rally of angry people or an angry mob.
“Down with the Harringtons,” they chanted as they approached the house.
“Who are these people?” Alexander asked as he came closer.
“I do not know either,” I replied.
“I need to know why they are here,” I said as I left the balcony.
“Why are those people outside?” I asked the housekeeper.
“I…don’t know, sir,” the housekeeper said jittery.
“Why are you scared? Speak up,” I urged.
“The people outside are accusing you of the death of a police officer,” the housekeeper said.
“What!” I spoke.
“And how are they sure about it?” I asked.
“They said that Alexander’s case was her present and she has received a lot of threats asking her to drop the case,” the housekeeper explained.
“Oh!” I sighed.
“You can leave,” I said, waving my hands.
I proceeded to go outside to meet the mob, to calm the tension down.
I came to the gate leading to the mansion, where I heard the leader of the mob urge the other protesters to boycott my company.
“I need you all to calm down,” I said at the top of my voice as soon as I got outside my house.
“I am not responsible for the death of the policewoman. You all were given false information,” I tried to tell them.
“Shut up, man,” a man said from the crowd and threw a bottle at me then everyone followed.
They behaved like they were going to lynch me, but Alexander and Fiona came to my aid.
Fiona’s POV:
Mother finally left and she went with Thomas.
Thomas says he is going to fight for me from the outside. I hope so.
“But I miss them,” I told myself.
“But what needs to be done has to be done,” I thought to myself.
“I need to be fast about it. I need to meet my family again,” I said silently.
“What is with the noise?” I asked myself, then I saw a group of angry protesters and Uncle Victor on the floor, and I ran to help him.
“Your end draws faster than you think,” I thought to myself seeing him on the floor.