Relocation.
893 Words
"I saw a mark on his neck," she said, as if that would solve anything. "If I ever meet you again, you motherfucker, I will kill you!!!!" She let out a loud scream and broke down in tears again. Just then, Mr. Richard walked in.
"Dad, I swear—"
"I hold you in high esteem. You have always been on my top list, and never did I think you would drag my name in shame, in my own house!" He paused for a while, then continued. Fresh tears were already welling up in Layla's eyes. "This is all everywhere, and I cannot afford to face the public over this shameful act of yours. You will leave this country and stay abroad for a while."
"But Dad—" Mr. Richard raised his hand, signaling her to stop.
"I'm sorry, but I have to do this. It's the only way I can help you." He said and left.
Layla broke down into another round of tears as she packed her belongings quietly. Just then, she received a call from her Dad's assistant.
"Miss Layla, your flight is scheduled for 3 PM. You will be leaving for the United Kingdom. There is already an apartment waiting for you there."
"Thank you," she said, and the line went dead.
Emma and Melissa sat in the living room chatting heartily when they spotted Layla coming down the stairs.
"Finally, it seems the thorn in our flesh has been removed!" Mrs. Emma said hushed to Melissa.
"Indeed!" Melissa giggled back.
"Hey, big sister, it's so unfortunate that you have to leave. You never had any idea how hard life is when you're on your own. It's really a terrible situation, big sister."
"Get out of my sight!" Layla commanded.
Melissa, who was clearly mocking her, laughed. "How interesting to see your face this pale. It's so satisfying!"
"It was your plan, right?" Layla scoffed, then continued. "Putting up this dirty trick on me? Look, it seems there's something you are forgetting — the fact that I remain the true heir to my father's wealth. Wherever I may be, just know that I will hunt you and the person you planned with to ruin my life, and when I'm done, everyone will know the monster you are!"
Just then, Melissa gave Layla a resounding slap. As Layla was about to retaliate, Mr. Richard walked in.
"Oh my God, it hurts so bad, Dad! Layla slapped me just because I was trying to help her pack her bags," Melissa lied, faking tears.
"My dear husband, look how aggressive this daughter of yours is. My baby girl was only trying to help!"
"Layla!"
"Yes, Dad?"
"Did you do this?"
"No, I—"
"Mom, my eyes — they hurt, Dad! My eyes, my eyes!"
Mr. Richard rushed to Melissa, checking if she was alright. Layla couldn't bear the sight. She left the house and headed straight to the airport.
Ever since then, she had lived on her own, surviving with the support of a friend she had grown close to over the years.
"Mummy!!" The little boy cried out, jerking Layla from her thoughts.
"Darling, let's go home and I'll take you to Daddy," she lied, because it was the only way to get him home and save herself from further embarrassment.
Back in her apartment in the UK, Ethan kept asking about his daddy. That was just when Sarah arrived.
"Thank goodness you came at the perfect time!" Layla said to the only friend who felt like family.
Sarah was the sister she never had — a family she never thought she could have.
"Aunty Sarah, did you bring me ice cream?"
"Of course I did, my bunny," Sarah said, handing Ethan a cup of ice cream.
"Thank you so much, Sarah. You saved me from his constant questions about his dad."
"He's asking about his dad?" Sarah asked.
"Yes, probably because the kids at school were talking about their dads or something."
"Hmm, that's serious. So what's happening with the job you wanted to apply for?"
"I'm still working on it, and I think I'll be relocating to Canada soon."
"Oh really? I'm relocating to Canada too!... Didn't you say your family stays in Canada?"
"Yes, but I don't intend to live with them."
"Where will you stay? I mean, look at you — you've been struggling for the past seven years."
"I've been saving up. The company I want to work for is in Canada, and I feel like I should go back to my childhood hometown."
Sarah was quiet for a moment, then said, "In that case... Can we live together?"
Layla looked at her with an unreadable expression, then burst out laughing. "You're not serious, are you?"
"I'm dead serious. I've been thinking about how to sort out accommodation as well, and now that you've said you're relocating, I was thinking we could put our money together and get an apartment." She pouted like a baby, awaiting Layla's response. "And you know I can be a great aunt to my nephew."
"Your nephew?" Layla asked, raising a brow.
"I may not be your biological sister, but trust me, Ethan is my son too. Let's see who he chooses. Ethan! Ethan, where are you?" Sarah went to ge
t Ethan just as something caught Layla's eye.
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