Broken Rules

"I want you to help me find George Malore"

Fiona surprised by the woman jumped up from her seat, "What!? George Malore? Are you even hearing yourself, Detective?"

"Yes, I am", out came the response.

Fiona's eyes widened as she scoffed at her before running her fingers down her hair and sighed deeply, not knowing what to say about the topic.

Jeran, on the other hand, was calmly sipping her wine with pleasure written all over her face. She enjoyed the scene of the terrified Lady. How her eyes furrowed when she was irritated and how she unknowingly played the game she invented. Everything was lovely for her.

"I don't know what has gotten into your head but the whole world knows George Malore is dead. And there is no way to find him than in his grave"

"Now that is quite amusing to hear, Miss Derion", She played with the wine glass – trailing her fingers around the mouth – a hint of bitterness in her tone. Fiona gulped, terrified of the other woman who seemed to be triggered by something.

Jeran slowly looked up at her and spoke in a hostile manner, "Especially from the one who has been in contact with him for the past four years"

Now Fiona was quivering in fear. Her heart sank when Jeran got up and approached her way. A sadistic smile on her face and eyes filled with rage. Fiona almost screamed when she saw the latter taking out a gun. Holding back herself she covered her mouth as tears started to fall from her orbs. She wasn't scared of the gun that was pointed out at her but the person behind it.

"Do you know what will happen if I pulled the trigger?", the air was suffocating. Jeran's eyes darted towards the door and back at the lady. She pulled back the gun and took a step back.

" It's always the same thing over and over again", she chuckled. "A murder with no evidence but only questions. And the people who make it more difficult is someone like you and the Malores. Always on the verge to declare war if the Police haven't found any clues or caught the culprit soon after the investigation starts. It must be really fun for you but it's a pain for us. Even if we get a lead you won't cooperate resulting in us to be back at square one"

Fiona listened with a troubled mind, she couldn't comprehend the words. She was dumbfounded by the sudden change in the personality of the woman. One moment she was threatening her and the next she's talking about the two families. She was unaware of the message behind those words.

"Do you think it's a joke?", she faced Fiona. "Trying to find something in the dark? Do you have any idea on how much effort is wasted?", She paused and laughed at her questions. Of course, the Nobles won't know something like Struggle, Pain, Hardships. They are born without it.

None of the Noble classes would understand the meaning of smiling with a broken heart. It's not what they're born with. It's not in them.

And that was what Jeran despised the most.

"If you think you can fool me, Fiona then you're very wrong. I know everything about you and your works. So, it's better to do as you're asked to do. Before your whole family crumble down into ruins"

*

"It's true that Geroge and I have been working together. He even faked his death to escape his family. Although he never told me about his reasons, I was certain it must have been about the next successor of the Malores. George was able to fight for his place but was unable to sit on the throne because of Philip. He was the eldest but Philip took over his possession and claimed the throne for himself"

Fiona nervously fidgets with her fingers as she continued to tell everything she knew for the sake of her life, "Philip was a capable man with high intelligence and wide knowledge about almost everything. He never failed to please his father, Arthur, who was also fond of him and his works. It was because of Philip that our business had gotten a firm foothold in the City. He helped us built an empire to govern over"

Jeran noted down on her diary and nod whilst she listened carefully to every word.

"What about your relationship with him? Was he in love with you?"

With hesitation, Fiona answered, "Yes.... we were in a love relationship"

"What about the Christmas Eve? Was it just a rumour or the truth?"

"Huh? I do not understand your words, Detective"

"During Christmas Eve, the victim was with you at the party what did you do?"

Silence filled the two of them, one was trying to find words to describe the event whilst the other waited for the answer with patience. After almost an hour, Fiona finally spoke –with a trembling voice·

"He...", as she had expected, the words can not leave her mouth. It was harder to bring them up in a moment like this. She was unable to do it, after all, this time of thinking it wouldn't hurt her. It still affected her in a way she couldn't explain. Just some mere words that cut through her heart like a sword.

Fiona placed her shaky hand on her chest and cried out. Gripping the dress she let out the emotions she's been carrying with her whilst she put on a brave front. That night she met the most devastating moment in her life which made her seal off her heart.

" He...said he didn't want to have the child"

Jeran froze on her seat. It wasn't what she had planned to hear from her. The crying lady reminded her of the time she saw a woman cry for the same reason. She felt her heartache at the sight and she unknowingly got up and embraced Fiona. The latter hugged her back, clinging onto her as if it was the only thing holding her together.

No words were needed to be said, Jeran knew it. The thing that matters the most was to lend a shoulder for Fiona to lean on.

'It's against the Police rules but not against the rules of Humanity', she thought and let the latter vent out her pain.