CHAPTER 113: CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTEEN: I WANT TO BE STRONG

Christy’s POV

We paused as soon as we heard the scolding that was coming from the room.

"My love calm down, I will make sure he apologizes" a man’s voice came after the woman’s harsh scolding.

"You better keep quiet, did I ask you to speak? You went behind my back to send him to the hospital...How dare you!" the woman scolded again.

I already knew that the woman was his stepmother, who is also Emily’s mother.

I took a deep breath and glanced at Dexter before walking into the room.

"Your good for nothing son is a burden to...." the woman was about to continue her scolding when we entered.

She looked at me with a frown then her eyes flashed with a surge of hatred. She seemed to know who I am but I don’t care.

We walked to the bedside and Ashton’s seems panicked when he saw us and tried to get up.

"Relax, we came to see how you are doing" Dexter said as he helped him lie back down.

I was happy that we both had a tacit understanding to not say anything to the two other people in the room but the woman’s glares were hard to ignore.

"How are you feeling?" I asked while looking at the bandages all over his body.

He couldn’t lie on his back as it was severely injured, so he was lying on his side.

He seemed to have lost a lot of blood as his face was extremely pale.

"I just move into an apartment and happens to need a roommate, are you interested" Dexter asked him directly without caring about the woman’s darkened expression on the side.

"Who are you? How dare you come here and behave so disrespectfully?!" she finally couldn’t hold it in anymore.

"If you are interested, I will help you move and if there is any issue, Sir Sebastian might be able to help" Dexter continued talking like she didn’t exist.

"Where is this bastard from? Who allowed you in... Guards!" the woman couldn’t accept being disrespected and screamed angrily.

"I have heard a lot about Madam Michaelson and I must admit that you are nothing like what people say because I don’t see the gracefulness or high-class mannerisms they talk about" I chuckled while observing her darkened expression.

"I am not surprised that you lack respect for your elders. I expected nothing less from a child of the Lancaster family" she sneered with her nose scrunched up.

"Your precious daughter, Emily, is nothing better, I guess she got her shamelessness and scheming mindset from you" I responded with a provocative smile.

"At least I raised her, unlike you that was raised by a bunch of criminals and made to become a stripper at a young age.

Then when you finally returned, you decided to trap Kendrick Black with a bastard child but all your plans failed.

So compared to you, my daughter is considered a saint" she mocked with a grin.

I froze slightly but quickly adjusted my emotions. Dexter gave me a gentle pat on my back.

"If we want to talk about the past, then you should probably be hanged or stoned to death for stealing another woman’s husband and forcing the poor woman to her death." I said before glancing at the quiet and timid looking man by her side.

"At least I went for a handsome and successful man unlike you that settled for a puppet" I added and her face turned red from restrained anger.

"Ashton, we will help you when you want to move" I said to him while ignoring the annoying woman.

"If you move out of the Michaelson family, you better never step your foot there again!" she yelled at Ashton but he just smiled.

" You don’t know how long I have waited to hear those words from you" he said with a smile and she looked like she was about to hit someone.

Pah!

She slapped her husband in anger before storming out of the room. The shameless man immediately chased after her.

"You must have been a very wicked person in your last life to be given such a useless father" Dexter said to lighten the mood and we all laughed.

"Are you serious about the apartment?" Ashton asked with a serious expression.

"Of course, you just have to get better and move in" Dexter replied with a smile.

I stared at his pale face for a few seconds and couldn’t resist asking him the question that has been on my mind.

"Did you offend Kendrick?"

"We just exchanged a few words, I didn’t know he has such a fragile ego" he replied honestly.

"Avoid him next time and... "

"Don’t blame yourself, it is not your fault" he interrupted me before I could apologize.

I knew the only reason he would have offended Kendrick is because of me.

"We have to go now" Dexter said while glancing at his wristwatch.

"See you guys soon" Ashton waved us with a smile as we left.

As soon as we stepped out of the hospital, a familiar looking man walked up to us. Dexter immediately pulled me behind him while I was wondering where I had seen the man before.

"Hello Miss Christy, I don’t know if you remember me but I am Harold, Old Master Black’s Assistant" he introduced himself and I finally remembered seeing him a few times at the Black family residence.

" Hello Mr Harold, what can I do for you?" I asked him with a frown.

The few times I saw him, we never spoke so his sudden approach is surprising.

" Old Master wants to have a word with you" he said while gesturing to a black Cayenne that was parked at the corner.

I wondered why grandpa would suddenly want to talk to me, I remembered how he has refused to interfere when everything was happening but he protected Lauretta when she killed my baby.

"I will be quick"I said to Dexter before walking towards the car.

I was curious to hear what he wanted to say.

"Please" Harold opened the car door and gestured for me to enter.

Grandpa... No, Master Black was sitting at the back, so we were both at the back seat.

"You look well" he said with a polite smile but I didn’t return it.

"Hello Master Black" I greeted and he sighed heavily.

"Do you hate me?" he asked calmly.

"I don’t have the strength to hate anyone, I just want to live peacefully"

"I have always liked you from the first time I met you but after that video was released, I had to think of the reputation of the Black family" he said but I just kept a straight face.

"Do you need something?" I asked directly as I wasn’t in the mood to listen to any unnecessary reasons.

"I wanted to apologize to you for everything that you went through because of my family and also compensate you for the child you lost" he said and stretched his hand into the briefcase by his side.

He pulled out a cheque and handed it to me. I took it and looked at the stream of zeroes.

"I still had a little bit of respect left for you and that’s why I agreed to meet you but now, there is none" I said with a smile that didn’t reach my eyes.

He watched with a frown as I tore up the cheque before opening the door to get down.

"So many people would kill for that cheque" he said with a cold smile.

"Then give it to them, my child’s life can’t be compensated for" I got down and slammed the door before walking towards Dexter.

He didn’t ask me any questions and just handed me a helmet before getting on his bike.

I got on as well and held him tightly, as he sped and the cool breeze touched my face, I finally let loose and cried my heart out.

I cried for everything I had to go through in the past, cried for my baby and cried because of my weaknesses.

By the time I got a hold of my emotions, I noticed that my tears had soaked Dexter’s back.

He still didn’t say anything and I also noticed that he took a longer route just to give me enough time to cry.

"How are you feeling now?" he asked when we got to the apartment.

" I feel lighter" I responded with a smile and he handed me an ice pack for my swollen eyes.

"I want to be strong... SoSo strong that no one would dare to mess with me ever again" I said with a determined tone as I clenched the ice pack.

"That’s easy, it all depends on your mindset" he said before walking out with his phone in his hand.

I knew he was going to report what happened to Mason but I didn’t care anymore.

I am done running away from all the threats and problems.

If Lauretta, Piper, Mark, Callie and Celeste want to come after me, then they better be prepared to face me.

I walked to the mirror on the side to look at my face, my eyes were swollen but there was a fire that couldn’t be hidden in them.