Chapter 108: On the call (part 2)

"No, it's not. But that's all I can say in regard to those airsoft guns. When it comes to my aunt, though..." I hesitated for a second.

In fact, with all the wealth that Makary showered me with in exchange for help and hope for further cooperation, I couldn't really care about the pennies that my dearest aunt stole from me. NovelFire-the-story-platform

But I wasn't going to give up on taking my revenge. Not after she disrespected my late mom on many, many occasions and dared to put her filthy hands on what my mom left me!

And while I intended to deal with her all on my own... What was the point in making things harder for myself here? My time would be much better spent catering to Fay's every wish and desire!

"When it comes to that damned whore, I'm going to ask for your help after all. And to be more precise, do you maybe have a contact to a good, really good lawyer?"

There was no point in dealing with my aunt through underhanded means.

No.

I wanted her to be brought to justice through legitimate means. Only in this way I could stop her from assuming a victim's narrative and crush her social standing with the full might of the harsh law!

"I guess she didn't return what she stole," Makary muttered to the phone before likely pulling it away from his face with how I suddenly couldn't hear a thing.

"I have no knowledge of her doing so," I replied, not even sure if the man could hear my response.

"I see," contrary to my worries, Makary replied right away. "This might take a little longer, but you can leave it to me," he assured, only for his voice to turn strangely tired the next moment. "Is that the other thing you wanted to ask?"

"No, it is not," I quickly denied before looking back to where Fay was trying to distract herself from her thoughts by reaching even higher peaks of her creativity and showcasing her drink-making skills.

"Fay, come here," I called out while locking my eyes on the window ahead rather than turning to take a look at the girl. "We need to talk."

Once again, I didn't even need to look back to tell Fay nearly jumped, the glass in her hand nearly slipping out from her grasp.

Sensing her reaction like this, I felt my heart squeeze, assaulted by the sudden bout of mental pain.

I wished for nothing more but to rush to hear, bring her to my arms, and cuddle her up for as long as it would take to calm her worries down.

But I wasn't going to, not right away at the very least.

The very reason why we turned the jammer off and left the bedroom was to give ourselves some time to think things properly through. And as important as it turned out to be, Makary's call was just an unforeseen distraction.

Still, for how tense and worried Fay got on the spot, instantly jumping back to the anxious mood she was in ever since our talk ended... She still put all the things in her hands back on the bar's counter before obediently walking towards the sofa.

This time, however, she didn't aim for my lap or a spot directly to my side, opting to sit right in front of me, on the small coffee desk instead.

Taking a look at her worried face... I felt as if my heart was about to stop. Even though there were no tears in her eyes, I could tell Fay was mere words away from tearing up.

"First thing first," I leaned forward and reached out for Fay's hands, bringing them together before cupping them within mine. "I need you to stop worrying," I requested while looking straight into her eyes.

And after taking a deep breath...

"To hell with that aura, the plot behind it, and how it might've affected my life," I proclaimed with no single hint of hesitation in my voice, expression, or eyes. "You are my happiness. And that, I don't want you to ever have a single doubt about."