Book 2 : Chapter 24

"Bring me to the Grey's residence," I ordered, having forgotten in my anger that these people were not the offenders.

Hazel and Philip looked at me; their questioning gaze was telling me to reconsider. If it would be an invasion of private property, I had all the right than Sean, because the blood running in my veins comes from the real Greys.

"I'm afraid Mr. Grey would not allow us," Philip objected, but a single glare from me had him cringe to obedience.

"Call him, and tell him I am coming home."

Philip threw a glance at Hazel, and the latter nodded, although her expression was registering her sense of anxiety.

They went out ahead of me, and when I stepped out of the mausoleum, they were already inside the car. Philip came out right away to open the door for me, and it seemed his treatment had changed the moment I had confirmed my background. Not that he disrespected me, but the way he looked at me suggested that he's now giving me more respect as someone with higher authority.

After an hour, we entered another gate that led to a private road. Giant eucalyptus trees at both sides of the road greeted my eyes. Their spaces and intervals in thick rows and their almost similar sizes showed that these areas underwent professional landscaping. It still took us another thirty minutes of the silent trip, blending with the tranquility of the greeneries.

Lost in my thoughts during the trip, I only returned to my senses when Eric pulled in front of a massive iron gate. A thin strip of light shone from the entrance, directing its rays at us. As soon as the light went off, the door opened, and a vast façade of a mansion-like building came into full view. Beautiful and intricate landscape adorned the front lawn, its kaleidoscope of blooming flowers giving out a vibrant ambiance. Eric is a billionaire already, and we had gone to different luxurious places, but never in my life had I gone yet to a residential area as massive and as elegant as this place!

"Tell Sean that I want to talk to him right now!" I muttered under my breath when, just by looking at the main façade of the building, I realized why Sean and his mom tricked their ways into grandpa's heart.

"Yes, doc," Philip answered as he turned the car's engine again, and we began moving to the cemented path at the side of the building.

"Wait!" I called out, and Philip stepped on his brake. "Where are we going?"

Philip stared at me for a while, casting me a confused look. "I thought, doc, that you want to see Mr. Grey?"

"Yes, but where are we going?" I answered in an irritated tone, looking at those wide doors at the front part of the house.

"Yes, doc, that's the main house, but Sir Sean and his mom are not staying there."

"Okay, you know better." I frowned; my growing impatience brought about by my anger got the worst side of me.

Philip moved slowly, allowing me to take in the beauty of the side landscape. If I had not known that this was Grey's home, I would have thought we were in a park. The pruned foliage, the shaped shrubs, the perfectly trimmed hedges according to its molded shape spoke of the meticulous ways these lawns were maintained. On top of it, the beautiful curves of flowering plant beds in combined colors sprawled across the roadsides, enticing my eyes.

As we reached the dead-end of the enormous backyard, my eyes fell on a bungalow-type house. It had a classic exterior wall blocks resembling coconut barks. The skillion-type, clay-tile roof may enhance its native design, but this was still a huge contrast to the exquisite design of the main building. And this design was similar to the house Sean had on the farm.

A woman in her sixties looked up as we stepped out of the car. She was trimming a shrub, and the way she clipped the dead branches told me she was the one who maintained the garden.

"Good morning," she greeted us, and a broad smile broke on her face.

"Good morning," I also replied with a smile. The way her hands brought magic to the landscapes opened my heart to her.

Philip then approached her, held her hand, and brought it to his forehead. Hazel also sprang behind him, kissing her hand in the same manner.

"Nay, where's Sir Sean?"

"Oh, that boy always disappears," she chuckled, then looked at me, her forehead creasing as if she wanted to ask who I was.

"She's Dr. Red, nay," Philip said, his eyes shining with pride.

"Really? Sean has finally found her?" the woman's eyes glowed in excitement, and the next thing I knew was that she was already hugging me.

"My Sean has been looking for you for so long. That was the task Sir Thomas assigned to him the moment Sean got a lead to where your father was hiding."

I understood right away that she was Sean's mother, but what she said sounded confusing.

"Nay, Sir Sean has told you about that many times. They even got married already."

Philip then turned to me and said, "She has Alzheimer's."

"Married?" Her face lit up in excitement, and she hugged me again.

"I can't wait to have grandchildren, dear. It's so lonely here."

I should be angry at her. It's because of her that my father left this place and forgot about who he was. However, no matter how I reminded myself of the anger, her sweetness, and the honesty in her eyes, kept me from hating her. Without giving it a second thought, I also held her hand gently and brought it to my forehead.

"Darling, please come inside. Just pardon our small house."

"You're staying there?" I frowned, glancing at the façade of what looked-like a two-bedroom cottage.

"Yes. This has always been Sean and mine's house."

"Why not at the mansion?" I lifted my head, turning it to the main building.

She chuckled. "No. Never."

Sean suddenly emerged from the side of the house. He stopped when he saw us, fixing his gaze at me. Reminded of my anger, I sprinted towards him, and without wasting a second, I hurled my fingers at him.

"You, beast! I���m taking everything I own from now on. Do you understand?"

Sean just stared at me without saying a single word. Glints of pain flickered in his eyes, but I was already numb to his fake intentions.