Chapter 578 - Five Hundred And Seventy-eight: He's Making A Move Tonight

The third point of view:

The tension in the room was so great that the triple trouble had an illusion of gasping for breath. After the "trouble" they caused at the bouquet, they had been confined to their parent's room, never to leave until they returned. And now, their parents were back, they craved for an escape because Niklaus was frightening right now.

Niklaus hadn't made a move since he returned, rather he treated them with silence. And that silence was the most uncomfortable feeling in the world because they couldn't tell what he was thinking.

Their mother had left for fresh air but the kids understood that signal - she was leaving the discipline for their father. They had to deal with the more stringent parent. 

Allen was the first to break the silence, he couldn't stand it anymore, "We didn't mean to disrupt the bouquet -"

"But you did already," Niklaus tone was harsh.

"We were sure of -".

"An evidence that wasn't there in the first place," Niklaus cut off Ailee's statement as well.

"The evidence was there, I saw it," Neon said. 

Niklaus turned his dark gaze on him, Neon wished the ground could swallow him. 

"And you didn't share that important discovery with me?" 

"We could have -" Ailee spoke up

"But you didn't - you all didn't tell me a thing," Niklaus pointed out sternly.

"Well, we could have but we didn't, why? Because you two wouldn't have believed us!" Allen raised his voice. 

Compared to Isabella who inherited Niklaus' vindictiveness, Allen inherited Niklaus' anger, "Mom and you would have waved it aside as one of our pranks. You wouldn't even believe us!" 

"Yes, we wouldn't believe you because you are all notorious for that! But then, we would have stopped your stupid assess from making such reckless accusation!" 

"It's not a reckless accusation, father. It's the truth, Lord Albert is the one lying, or don't you believe us, father," Ailee asked, her expression pained. 

"Of course, I believe you, your mother does as well. But the queen doesn't, alongside the lords and guests that watched you make a fool of yourself. But don't worry, you'd be leaving tomorrow," 

"What?!" The kids chorused, stricken with shock. 

"What do you mean by that father?" Ailee asked fearfully, "You're sending us away," 

"Of course, he is," Allen snorted and that made Niklaus snap. 

"You didn't possibly think you would create such a ruckus and go scot-free?!" Niklaus laughed sarcastically, "Perhaps, in your brilliant plan, you forgot to consider the what - if? perhaps, you didn't even have a plan B because you were sure it would work - your genius work," He intentionally taunted his arrogant son. Allen was too confident and proud, forgetting that pride comes before a fall.

"Fine, you win," Allen admitted it, "We should have come to you. So now what?"

"Oh now what?" Niklaus chuckled coldly, "What's next is that once you leave this place tomorrow, a separate panel has been set up to investigate your accusation of treason and if it truly turns out to be false, you will not step on Lincolnshire soil for the next twenty years," there was mockery in his tone. That was the queen's verdict.

It seems he's been lenient on Allen, the boy needs to recognize his sovereign authority as his father. Perhaps their separation for seven years must have caused this slight crack in their father-son relationship.

"You to be kidding," Ailee reacted to the news, "But we were just warning them! They can't do this to us!" She stomped her feet. 

"It's my fault for having not taught you cultural differences," Niklaus admitted his shortcoming, "However, I was definitely sure your mother informed you that this wasn't your city. All we asked you guys to do was to stay still and yet you all failed that one request," 

"This is all my fault," Neon mumbled, his head hanging low on his chest.

"Oh," Allen scoffed, " Now you realize that?"

Neon's mood dampened.

"What if we can prove the queen wrong? Would she retract her statement?" Ailee asked, heart pounding. She knew they were right in their accusation, they just underestimated Lord Albert's tactics.

"Ailee," Niklaus let out a warning growl, "You would not be doing anything!"

"But this is treason! We could be in danger!" The young girl pressed.

However, Niklaus replied, "You've done enough of informing them already. It's all left for the queen now,"

"But Dad -!"

"This is not our city!" Niklaus snapped at her, losing his temper unintentionally. His gaze softened when he discovered he'd startled her, however, Niklaus was firm in his decision, "The queen would do her best to keep her kingdom safe and you three would do your own best by going to bed, and prepare for tomorrow's departure. You're dismissed,"

They obviously had a lot to say but Niklaus dismissed them already.

"Goodnight father," Ailee was the first to say that, followed by her brother and then, Neon, who lingered at first but left eventually, as he had nothing to say. If anything he was ashamed, he was the one who put everyone in this predicament. 

"How do you solve this now?" Allen was upon Neon as soon as they made it to the hallway. 

"Allen, stop it, this is not his fault," Ailee defended him. 

"No, it's my fault," Neon admitted it, not that they listened. 

"Then who's fault is that and why are you always defending him?" Allen shoved Neon on the chest. 

Ailee shoved him back, "Stop it! What the hell is wrong with you? Why are you always picking on our brother?!"

"Well, he's yours, not mine," Allen said with bitterness, "I don't have a dumb sibling," 

At once, Ailee gasped, "That is it, Isabella! She's going to help us clear out names!"

"What?!" Neon and Allen suffered a mental whiplash. One moment they were fighting and the next, talks about being rescued by their sister, Isabella. 

"We are dumb! We shouldn't have lied to her!" Ailee said, already making a start for her room. 

"What? Wait up!" they called after her. 

Ailee barged into Isabella's room 

"Sister, we need your help -"

"Shhh," Isabella made a silencing motion, an earbud in her ear, "He's going to make a move tonight," 

"Huh?" 

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