“I can see what you got inside that little heart of yours and don’t you ever pretend to me or you make me hate you twice. Your father never loved me.” Victor's voice climbed. His eyes bored into Ade who he had ordered to stand in front of him. “Your father never gave me money. He made me poor and watched me suffer when I asked him for anything. He gave me nothing.”
Ruth and Joan were behind the door eavesdropping. They were too scared to join the meeting Victor had described as confidential. The more Victor’s words came like a snaking wipe on Ade, the more Ruth’s heart pounded.
She knew Ade was too little for such hard words and Victor was a liar. Everything he was saying to Ade wasn’t true but he wants him to believe his lies—all of it.
Seconds later, Joan's whisper came, Ruth shut her down. “Not now or your father will know we are listening, be quiet.”
Joan never loved this. She only wished Victor never gets to hurt Ade. The more she listens to Victor's words, the more frightful she became.
Nervousness never ceased crawling through her spine. And her feet kept trembling as though she was the one standing before Victor. She could imagine all these. But prefer not to betray her mother by making another disgusting sound.
“He took you on a vacation. You visited the zoo and enjoyed all sorts of extravagant lifestyles but not anymore. Your parent has decided to continue their vacation in heaven and certainly without you because you are no good.” He picked up a glass of cold water before him and drank out of it and then placed it back on the stool in front of him.
Ade's eyes could picture everything. Until he dropped the glass on the stool and now his voice lashing in again, he frets.
“I am only waiting for Rodson to show me how wealthy your stingy father was but not to worry. I won’t make your brief stay with me miserable. For I prefer to be silent about what will happen in the coming days. For now, you can leave me alone—the meeting is over or you got something to say?”
At this point, Joan got scared. Goose pimples grew more on her skin. She swallowed her spit several times and only wished Ade never responded. Her feet became unsteady on the floor she stood. And her breath was as if being caught in the middle. She knew the scene could get tenser if Ade replies or said anything. But deep down within her, she wished he didn’t. She prays. He shouldn’t, at least not this time.
The veins on her head throbbed and her trembling hands started sweating—sweating profusely.
Before her thoughts faded from her mind, she watched the door open and Ade stepped out. Ruth hurried and took him away by his little right hand. “Don’t be disturbed by what your uncle said out there. The God who made the heavens and the earth will keep you from his threats.”
Joan now relieved followed after them closely. Happy Ade was able to escape her Father’s brutality. She knew he could unleash on him or anybody who dares him.
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