Chapter 4

Julie shudders as she heard the thunder claps. She had been with her grandparents who haven't heard a word about Alfred since he left the hospital.

The worried girl could be seen around the balcony praying to the stars to keep her father safe. The pending rain had fallen hours ago leaving behind some shower. The nervous girl watch these showers trail down the soil before it finally cease.

Though there were no stars, she believes a miracle would happen and that her father will come home to her safe and sound.

Her gaze shifts to her grandfather who was petrified and walking to and fro. He has been on the phone all day, trying to use his influence to know the whereabout of his son.

He was keeping an eye on Julie but his eyes were keen to whosoever replied his calls. His intension was to send Julie and her father out of this country because he knew more tragedy would befall him.

Even if his pessimistic son would refute, he would try another way, if it means kidnapping them both and taking away.

He couldn't bare to lose Alfred yet, though, he might have disown him due to anger, he was still willing to help.

Those eyes of hers trail to where her grandma was, attending to those who came to mourn with her. Nothing was right and the thought of her mother made her burst in tears.

Her nanny Thelma, wasn't there with her. She had claim something urgent came up. What was more urgent than tending to the heartbroken girl who sees her as a big sister.

"Daddy, where are you?" She mutters looking below her feet.

"Alfred..." Henshew suddenly mutters and that name brighten up Julie's look. Her father has returned! She could see him staggering towards the house.

Oh the almighty has answered her prayers. With a smile of hope, she ran outside to hug her father.

His body was drench in the rain and his stern look at his daughter made her flinch. His father had arrived to welcome him almost immediately Julie storm out.

Henshew had a ray of hope that at least, Alfred was going to be staying by. If his son was within his reach he could protect him.

"Get me Julie's belongings...we are going home" he declares to henshew who widens his eyes at his ignorant son. His smile of hope faded away and was quickly replace with anger.

"What is wrong with you Alfred! You have nowhere to go! For the sake of Julie! Could you drop this stubborn act of yours!" He pause attempting to take his grandchild by the hand but Alfred glares at him not to.

"Everyone is going to die because of you!" Henshew points out as his heart had began to race fast, increasing his blood pressure.

"Stop addressing me as if we are close..."

Again with those words of Alfred. Couldn't he understand that his father only disown him just for him to change his decision? This wasn't just a fight of the president but other powerful officials whom Alfred had tried trampling over.

At this point, henshew couldn't do anything as a prosecutor who was once close to them. His son was making all his wealthy and powerful friends become his enemy.

He couldn't ask where Alfred was coming from either as perhaps, that place had infuriated him the more. Nothing was going to make him back down!

His action made his father think for a moment if perhaps, his son had intensions of becoming the president and would risk everything to rule.

His panicking mother stood by the door watching. There was nothing she could do either. The only thing Julie could do was cry because the adults were having a fight.

A servant whom Alfred had instructed to bring Julie's belongings rush in to get them. The little girl wonders which home her father was referring to because from evaluations, they had no home neither any family friend who would accommodate them.

In a few seconds, the servant arrived with her belongings, handed it to Alfred who took his agonized daughter in his arms and began to pace away without any formal words of goodbye.

Julie was wearing a rain coat and so it protected her from her father's wet body. Her eyes were shut as she wasn't going to forget the scene of today even though she grows.

Her father had just walk out on his caring parents in order to please the people not even himself. No matter what, Julie believes her father would always protect her despite the situation.

There were questions she desired so much to ask him, there were things that rang in her mind but tears covered them up. While her son walks away, her crook legs ran after him, pleading for the child's sake. Her husband was baffle and stood mute gazing at his son take his last step away from home. At this point, it could be said that Alfred was cruel to his parents and himself. He turned a blind ear to his mother's wailing.

It was truly over between them. His worries centre on his granddaughter who might soon become a victim of her father's sins. She was still little to be involved in this. The old man held his chest as it aches from the action of his son.

Immediately Alfred was out of reach, his mother collasped due to shock while his father would have almost pass away from heart attack if he hadn't vow to stay strong for the sake of his feeble wife. Quickly, he went to attend to his unconscious wife while calling out for help.

Few minutes after Alfred left his family home, a strange courier appears at the door and left a box for henshew. His narrows his eyes at the doorbell and taps it with his finger twice. A sided smile escape his lips as soon as he heard footstep approaching the door from inside.