Mr Carroll Went Crazy After Divorce

The paces along the corridor moved further and further, and soon it could heard the lift door opened and closed again.

At length Aurora left.

Nevaeh sighed with relief. The man besides her remained in silence with significant fury, frowning and contemplating. No one could tell what he was pondering about.

“Sion…”

With a slight flicker in her eyelid, she continued, “That must be too much for Aurora. I can understand. Please don’t blame her.”

“You don’t need to speak for her.”

Sion withdrew his sight from the empty corridor, and loosened his cuff as if to release the irritation ballooning in his chest. The light was tracing his side face profile with golden line, giving him a sort of sexy appeal.

“Now she has brought Avada back, you can stay home for rest. Call me if you feel anything wrong.”

Nevaeh shook off the sexual illusion with flush and asked, “Are you … going to leave now?”

Did Aurora’s leaving remove his desire to stay for even a while?

“Yes, I have to deal with some business in office.”

He had planned short visit to Nevaeh for Avada’s funeral; but Aurora took the bone ash and he had no reason to stay.

“Sion…”

Nevaeh pressed her lips and watched the man pitifully with tears welling in her eyes.

“Do you misled by Aurora that I don’t care about Harry?”

A drop of tear rolled down at the perfect timing. She buried her head, pressing her lips like a girl who was wronged but helpless to explain. What a pitiful lady.

“No and don’t stuff you mind with such nonsense. No matter what she said, she could not sway me.”

With a hesitation, Sion elevated his hand to pat on her shoulder as comfort, and added, “Keep another pet if you like in future. Don’t be too upset.”

He added, “In fact I do have some urgent business to handle and I have to go now.”

“…Ok.”

Following his sight, Nevaeh looked at the luxury watch on his wrist, reminding, “Remember feed yourself on time.”

With the frost on his face chased off by the warm reminder, the man nodded and left.

The corridor returned to peace. This was a quiet morning without anything heard. A long beam of sunlight stretched from the window and zigzagged its way onto the door frame.

Nevaeh closed the door and paced back to the living room, with indifference and cruelness returning on her face.

Holding the box containing Avada’s bone ash, Aurora stood at the gate of the residential block, pondering where to go.

Avada…

Now she had to find a suitable place to bury it. But where?

Carroll Manor obviously was not a good choice for she might leave there soon and it was suitalbe to dig out the box again at that moment.

The site must be selected cautiously, a place where Avada could shelter in the storm, and free of disturbance from a stray dog passing by.

Then an idea came to her. She raised her hand to stop a taxi and got on right away.

The taxi pulled over in front of the Robertson Bricks half hour later.

After years of being abandoning, The house before seemed rather old and lonely even in the sun. The air was hot but smelled fresh thanks for the flavor of moss and grass.

She recomposed herself and found out the key hidden in the gap besides the door.

The iron gate got rusty too.

Aurora suddenly felt guilty about her long-time negligence. She should at least to have someone in place for regular maintenance.

The grass in the garden nearly reached her waist and appeared to be lethargically yellow under the burning sun. A small trail was concealed underneath. Aurora had to clean up the grass by foot before she could found the way.

She headed straight forward to the backyard where she finally found in the corner the Banyan tree, tall and exuberant.

The tree was surrounded by fence and inside the fence used to be Aurora’s secret base.

“Avada, this was my favorite plant when I was a kid. I could always found the densest stars and brightest moon here at night. So…now I make it your home.”

Aurora murmured and carefully laid the box on the stone bench.

There was a small lodge behind the tree, only as high as to Aurora’s shoulder now. However, this turned to be the castle for the little Aurora.

And it was built by Toby Robertson many years ago.

As a famous surgeon, the hands were as valuable as life for Toby Robertson. However, to fulfill his little girl’s dream, he, in a pair of gloves of rough clothes and his hurdle vest, sweating like a pig, built up the small house by his own.

The little Aurora sat behind, with her arms around her foot, watching her father’s working hard before. Her father must be the strongest and most reliable man on earth, and she would be his treasure for the whole life.

But she was unexpected the good old days could be so short that ended at the rainy night of her 20-years-old birthday, by a car accident which tore her life into pieces.

The lodge turned to be a cache storing varies of Aurora’s treasures in her childhood.

She loved to visit here even when she grew up. Sometimes, she just sat and shared her joy and sorrow with the old friend which was no longer a big castle.

With a silent sight, Aurora took out a small shovel which had been brought by Toby Robertson for she had yelled for planting flowers.

But there was never a flower could survive here for so many years, and now it turned to be Avada’s last home.

The scenario in which Sion stood by Nevaeh and questioned her came back to her., gave her heart a painful blow. At this moment, he should stay besides Nevaeh and comfort her. After all she was a terrific actress who could make herself a victim out of a murderer.

It was easy to allow them to slip into her mind, leaving her in deep helpless for her uncontrollable memory.

She thrust the shovel into the earth and started her angry digging right away.

Albie Doyle was released when he spotted the opening gate when driving in the car. He knew his guess was right.

Then he parked the car, hurried his way in and searched for the woman by rounding the old Robertson Bricks and finally found her, Aurora who was focusing on digging in the backyard.

“Today is dreadfully hot. Don’t you fear the suffering sunstroke?

For she had spotted him before, she was not surprised for the question in the air. She sprang up with a pause of the shovel, wiped the sweat on the forehead, and asked, “How come you are here? I’m fine. It’s not that hot.”

Actually it was god damn hot.

But she just wanted to get the hole done as quickly as possible to lay Avada to rest.

With a helpless glance at her, Albie Doyle stripped off his suit and folded up the sleeves of the shirt, other than debunking her lie.

“Let me take care of it.”

He took the shovel from Aurora without asking for permission, forcing Aurora to sit aside. But of course, he was much faster than her.

And she was willing to enjoy the leisure thanks for the helper hand, and started chatting with Albie Doyle, telling him about Avada. But she did not expose the whole story. For Avada’s death, she just mentioned that the dog died of drug allergy.

She was not intentionally hiding from Albie Doyles. Instead, she regarded it as her personal conflict with Nevaeh and Sion, and did not want her brother to concern about her.

“Don’t be too upset for it. If you want, I can buy you a new one.”

“No, thanks.”

Her effort in suppressing the pain was aborted. With a sniff, she added, “Well, keeping a dog is quiet troublesome, just like nursing a kid. So, I…won’t have another one.”

Her eyes turned red.

Laying down the shovel, Albie Doyle walked to her and rounded her in his arms genially.

“Now you are going to be a mother, so you must be stronger and tougher, ok?”

Aurora shook her head but did not continue.

Her brother had a magic in opening the box containing her pain and grievance which had been locked by her effort.

Avada was innocent indeed.

“You can tell me whatever you want. Don’t keep it yourself for that would upset me, my silly girl.”

Tears flooded and streamed out of her eyes by his comfort. At length, she burst out crying in his arms.

Albie Doyle spent quiet a long time to ease Aurora’s pain.

After the funeral, Albie Doyle had Aurora to lead him to visit her secret base, for one reason he had to distract her from the sadness; for the other, this was a place keeping all her secret, from her childhood till now. He wanted to learn, everything about her.

Pushing opened the door of the lodge, Aurora said with a touch of shyness, “In fact, they are just small stuffs, so small that I can’t reflect them all.”

Little stuffs collected by a child must be something queer, so they could arouse awkwardness from the adult when seeing them.

They had to bend down to enter, and sat on 2 small stools. Aurora was a bit shy with a touch of excitement.

After all, it had been so many years after she met them again.

She excitedly looked around the lodge, introducing the stories of these little stuffs to Albie Doyle.Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

But Albie Doyle’s attention was drawn completely by another thing, a box in dull pink. Though the box turned discolored under the time effect, it must be the one to cache a girl’s romance.

Albie Doyle could not control but touch it. His touch unexpectedly opened the box for the lock had worn out by erosion.

He turned dull after he saw clear what were inside, for they were all about Sion.