“Are you not going to do anything?” Harper asked Green. He had been housing her, and since Cade and Charles had taken back the media space, Green’s little influence on one blog was not able to do any harm to them. He even wondered why they were being so quiet with their case. He was expecting some sort of court document that would be asking him to come for a hearing or something.
“What do you want me to do?” Green asked, taking a sip from her coffee.
“Anything, I thought you said that you could do a lot to make sure they do not end up together.”
“And you also said the same thing too,” he replied. He was getting tired of her incessant nagging; she woke up each day and began to talk about how difficult her life had been, how much she had to leave behind to come to Cade, and how she was going to lose her mind. Green had always thought that he would lose his mind listening to her.
His phone on the table vibrated; he looked at the screen and picked it up. At least going to work was one thing that kept him sane for a little while before he had to go back to her.
“Hello, Mr. Frost?” Green said. It was a Saturday, but if Carter asked him to come out, he was going to do so. Carter acted as if he were unaware of what he had done to his daughter, and maybe Ophelia had yet to tell her father because he knew that the man would not allow anyone to treat her like that.
“Green!” he exclaimed, and Green gulped. This was not this man’s usual tone; he sounded drunk, and it was just barely a few minutes past nine am.
“Are you drunk, sir?” he asked.
“Drunk? Only losers get drunk,” he said slowly and then blew out into the air.
“Where are you, sir? I would come to get you,” Green said, standing up and taking off this rifle as he held it and walked towards the stairs.
“Where am I?” he asked and then let out a hiccup. “I am home, but I am heartbroken,” he slurred. Green wondered why he was heartbroken and calling him. He wanted to believe that Carter was heartbroken because of his wife he had seen recently. Carter and Marie loved each other, and their love showed through, so one really understood how all of a sudden Marie was gone and Carter was left all alone with Ophelia.
However, during the shareholders meeting, everything was exposed, and the media had a field day. Carter would have stopped all news on that from getting out, but it seemed like he wanted Marie’s name to be cleared from being called a cheater by the general public.
Green’s steps faltered as soon as he heard that Carter was at home. “Why did you call me sir?” Green asked.
“You hurt my daughter, and I just got to know about it,” Green wondered what kind of man he was. How was he drunk and still so fluent as he spoke and his mind worked well? “I have always thought of you like a son,” he added and let out a long sigh. “Like a son,” he said again.
“You thought of me like a som, yet you could not give your daughter to me.” Green felt his heart pounding in his chest, but he thought to himself that if he said it out to him then maybe he would stop feeling so awful about the situation. Maybe if he had asked Carter to give Ophelia to him, then everything would have been different.
“How can I give her to you when you have nothing?” Carter asked and then let out a small laugh. “What could you give to my daughter? You do not have what she has, so how can I give her to you?” Carter hated speaking about his daughter like she was an item, but they had begun this conversation, and he was willing to see it to the end.
“I had nothing, but you could give me everything.”
“You want it all, don’t you? Your greed makes you think that you deserve what you don’t, and that is the reason why you forgot for a second who I was, and then you came after me with your petty tricks.”
“Came after you?” Green asked confused. He had never done anything to hurt Carter and even Ophelia; all of this was for her sake. She would be better off with him anyway.
“You came after my daughter; do I need to explain further?” Carter asked. He still sounded drunk. Green wondered how he was able to hold a conversation this long while drunk and if he would be able to remember all of these later in the day. “I have to say it is nice to be bold, but if you are bold without anything, then you are quite foolish.”
“How long have you known?” Green asked. He had seen Carter yesterday, so it did not make sense that he was out threatening him early the next day.
“I have known from the start, but I thought it was just some acts that you would drop off soon,” Carter replied. “For this, I hope to see you in court.”
Before Green could say anything, the line beeped dead. For the offence he had committed, he would be extremely unlucky if he got off with some hours of community service; he might get a fine at most, so he did not understand what Carter meant by court. “Who was that?”
“Ophelia’s dad,” Green asked, turning slowly. If he was going down, then he had to bring Harper along; they had done all of these together.
“What did he want?”
“To take us to court,” Green said, spinning the story however he wanted.
“So I have to go to court now,” Harper asked. She knew that the battle she had come for had been won, and she was not the winner. Her mind was spinning with plans on how to escape, leaving Green to bear all of the consequences alone. If she slipped out quietly, then all should be fine.
“We have to.”