Chapter 484 Chapter 484
?When she was done crying, she turned her attention to Nexus refusing to think. "So, what now?"
Nexus shrugged, but he had a small smile on his face. "Nothing. You need to rest."
Tiffany scoffed. "No. I want to go home."
Although still weak, Tiffany insisted on getting up and returning to the house. Fear gripped her heart as she worried that an enemy had taken advantage of the situation to jeopardize the James family. It would be the perfect chance with the death of her father and their house left unprotected. There was only so much her mother could do. Nexus, concerned about Tiffany's health, insisted on accompanying her home, Crystal trailing beside him.
As they walked slowly towards the house, Nexus gently placed a supportive hand on Tiffany's back. "Are you sure you're, okay? We can call for help if you need it," he said, his voice filled with genuine concern.
Tiffany nodded, determination shining in her eyes. "I appreciate your concern, Nexus, but I need to make sure everything is alright at home. I can't shake this feeling that something is wrong."
Nexus squeezed her shoulder gently, offering reassurance. "I understand, Tiffany. Just remember, I'm here for you. We'll figure this out together."
They reached the front door, and Tiffany paused for a moment, taking a deep breath to steady herself. Nexus stood by her side, ready to support her in any way he could.
As Tiffany opened the door and stepped inside, her senses heightened, searching for any signs of intrusion or danger. "Stay close, Nexus," she whispered, her voice filled with a mix of determination and vulnerability. "We need to be cautious."
Nexus nodded, his eyes scanning the surroundings.
Tiffany couldn't help but notice the strange expressions on the faces of the mansion's servants and guards. Something was definitely not right. Her heart sank as one of the maids approached her, her voice barely above a whisper.
Tiffany's curiosity piqued even further. "What kind of things is Reaves saying? Can you give me an example?"
Rosa looked around, as if checking for eavesdroppers, before leaning closer to Tiffany and whispering, "He mentioned details about events that happened in the past, things that only I knew. It's like he's reading my mind or something."
Tiffany's eyes widened in surprise, egging her mother on. Inside, her chest hurt. "That does sound strange. Have you talked to anyone else about this?"
Rosa shook her head. "Not yet. I didn't know who to trust. But now that you're here, maybe we can figure out what's going on together."
Mrs. James looked at her daughter and then laughed. "Couldn't, wouldn't...eat they say...he wouldn't without me...no...no...my Reaves." She kept mumbling unintelligible words.
"Mom please, stop this." Tiffany almost yelled. She was helpless to stop the tears that flowed from her own eyes.
Her mother looked at her, a flicker of recognition crossed her features and nodded weakly, tears streaming down her face. "I know, Tiffany. I'm just... scared. Scared of facing reality without him."
Mrs. James let out a sigh, her voice barely above a whisper. "I've been feeling so lost, Tiffany. Ever since your father passed away, I've been consumed by grief. It's been hard to find the strength to face the world." The worry in her voice was evident.
Tiffany wiped away her own tears, her voice filled with determination. "You don't have to face it alone, Mom, not anymore. I'm here. It's me, your daughter. We'll face it together. Let's start by taking care of ourselves, one step at a time."
Tiffany's heart sank as she witnessed her mother's state of despair, cradling her father's lifeless body. She knew that her mother's grief had taken a toll on her sanity, but she couldn't stand by and let her mother suffer alone. With a gentle yet firm voice, Tiffany urged her mother, "Mom, please, you need to let go. Dad needs rest now."
Reluctantly, her mother released her grip on her father's body. The servants and guards watched with relief as the two women made their way, ready to support them in any way they could.
Tiffany knew that her mother needed time to process her emotions, so she suggested, "Mom, why don't we take a break and grab something to eat? Dad would want us to take care of ourselves too."
As they made their way to the kitchen, Tiffany's mind raced with the weight of the situation. She couldn't bear the thought of leaving her father's body unattended, but she also knew that she had to ensure her mother's well-being. With a heavy heart, she decided to try and retrieve her father's body from Rosa's grasp.