After ending the lawyer call, I called my assistant
I told her to watch Luther's company moves and reach out to the shareholders who had always been unhappy with him.
After ending the call, I recalled the cloth strip my grandpa had left. I opened the cloth I had been holding in my hand.
The writing on it was blurred by my sweaty hands, but I could faintly see four digits: 1547.
I wrinkled my brows, staring at the digits on the cloth. My grandpa had never spoken of this cloth to me.
But back when we lived in our hometown, grandpa had buried a locked metal box under a big tree in the yard.
He used a shovel to mark that bit of land, then brushed my eyes, saying, "Lyra, you must go back to your place."
At that time, I did not get it; I just whined to my grandpa.
So, could this be the box code?
Where exactly was my place?
I stared at the spaced numbers and an idea popped into my mind.
Did one match one of my lost children?
And what did five mean? I tried hard to search my early childhood memories, but I could not recall anything before I was three.
From all I can remember, I had always stayed with my grandpa; I had never seen my parents.
I stared at the cloth strip in front of me, managing to carefully put it away.
Then, I drove home. Five days later, nothing tied to Luther would stay in the house anymore.
Back home, my hands shook as I picked up a suitcase and stuffed it with all the things Luther owned from the bedroom.
I opened a drawer, my eyes pausing. Inside were the overalls Luther and I had chosen for our boy.
These were my boy’s favorite overalls. I still recall him smiling as he put them on and hugging both our necks.
"Mommy, Daddy, Mommy, can I run free in these?"
Back then, Luther gently turned our son around and we even planned a trip to Paris together after he got better.
Tears rose in my eyes. If the surgery had worked, he could run free now.
However, my son’s heart was beating inside the woman in front of me! Tears dropped on the overalls and my heart felt like a heavy stone pressed down on it, making it hard to breathe.
Just as I finished emptying my bedroom, the door pushed open.
"Lyra? You were packing earlier. Give the room to Calliope."
I turned around at the voice and saw Luther holding two big suitcases in one hand and his other arm wrapped around Calliope's waist, ordering me like it was nothing.
"What?"
I frowned, my hands squeezing the overalls tight.
"Calliope is pregnant. This is the biggest room of yours. Give it to her to rest and heal."
Calliope leaned on him, lifting a brow in a proud way, her eyes full of confidence.
"The property deed for this place is under my name!"
I stared right into Luther's eyes and said each word clearly.
"Ah? But a few days ago, I was feeling sick from morning sickness and Luther gave me this place as a comfort gift."
Calliope, acting shocked, shook Luther's arm.
Luther gave the house away?
This place was our wedding home!
On our wedding night, he happily showed me each corner of the house he had designed for us.
The suitcase in my hand dropped to the floor. My anger rose fast and with shaking hands, I moved forward and hit Calliope across the face.
Calliope held her face, tears rising in her eyes and threw herself into Luther's arms.
"She hit me!"
Luther's face turned cold, his voice tight with anger. "Lyra, how have you turned so hard to deal with! She is pregnant and you hit her! You’re so mean!"
