THE BILLIONAIRE'S CRYBABY
Chapter 160: RECKLESS ACCUSATIONS

Chapter 160: RECKLESS ACCUSATIONS

In the afternoon of the day that started out as a continuation of the nightmare the previous day brought, Ace walked out of his room, ready to ask questions.

Earlier, Reign had told him things that his mind simply could not fathom. Things that were grounds for blowing off at everyone involved, if they were true.

But it came from Reign, and it would be in everyone’s interest to take whatever she says with a grain of salt.

He had barely made it down the stairs when the devil waltzed from the kitchen and stepped into his path.

He sucked his teeth when he lifted his head and saw it was her.

"Heading somewhere?" She asked, smiling sheepishly.

The first thing in his mind was to tell her to go to hell. But he repressed that voice, and waited for a few seconds to see if the urge to push her out of his way would leave.

However, the more he looked at her, the more irritated he got. Not even the possibility that she may be carrying his child was enough to quench his burning anger.

"Don’t tell me you’re still moody because I told you the truth in the garden? You still don’t believe me, do you?"

"Get out of my way, Reign," he said, stressing every syllable so she could hear just how much he didn’t want to see her.

"Oh common." She pouted.

"Don’t you get it? I don’t want you in my house. I don’t want you around me. I don’t want you in my life. And the more you push, the more irritated I get by you. Please, understand me!"

He shoved past her, and walked out of the house.

"Bastard!" She said between her teeth, just as Marilyn made it into the living room from the other wing of the house.

She smiled, quickly putting on her best act.

"Was that sir Ace?" Marilyn questioned.

"You’d think I’m the maid here the way you talk to me." She hissed, and carried on up the stairs.

Marilyn shook her head. She couldn’t even be disappointed because she had no expectations from someone like Reign.

Returning her focus to the door, she hurried out to catch up with Ace before he would disappear again.

"Sir Ace!" She screamed, as soon as she dashed out of the house and saw he had already started the car.

She knew he wasn’t going to answer her, so instead of waiting for him to look her way, she ran towards the side of his car.

Ace took a deep breath, hating every bit of the disturbance.

Marilyn wasn’t as grating as Reign was, but she could be a disturbance.

Reluctantly, he whined down his glass, and looked through the window.

"What do you want?" He asked in an impatient tone.

"To ask if you’re going out in search of Mrs Fay," she squeezed her trembling fingers and she questioned him. "I also want to know how long Miss Reign plans on staying. She’s barely a full day in the house, and the staff are already complaining."

"What’s your job description, Marilyn?"

"Hou—housekeeper," she stuttered.

In a mood like the one he was in, you couldn’t tell what he could do. And most times, he wasn’t the type to rescind a declaration. In anger or not in anger.

"Please keep the house together."

He rolled up the windows, and drove off. With both eyes on the gate, he waited to see if Frank was too stupid to know he was supposed to open the gate already.

Measuring the distance, he swore to fire him if he got to the gate and it was still close.

He inched even closer now, still the gate wasn’t open.

But just at the nick of time, someone ran past the car to the gate.

He saw the movement through his side mirror, and released the breath he had been holding.

Whoever that was had just saved Frank. Because that outline looked nothing like him.

The gate flung open, and he drove through. Through the glass, he checked to see who had opened the gate.

His eyes stumbled on Frank only just coming out of his duty room with sleep written all over his face.

Making a mental note to address the gross display of incompetence, he continued his drive to the Atticus mansion.

When he arrived, the sun had dropped considerably lower.

The gates opened up for him, and he drove straight to the first spot he found good enough to park.

Pushing the door to his car open, he hopped out, and came directly in contact with Gabrielle.

"Move out of the way mum," he said, without looking at her in the face.

"That’s no way to talk to your mother!" She scolded him.

"Right now mum, I really don’t care."

He walked around her, and with a determined glare, strode into the house.

"Man—"

He hurried past Collin up the stairs, and walked straight to the matriarch’s home office.

She was usually at her home office at that time of the day.

Without any thoughts of his irrational actions, he pushed open the door, and marched into the house.

"Ace?" The matriarch looked up, ready to go off on whoever dared to open her door with such recklessness, when her eyes found Ace.

He opened his mouth to speak when his eyes saw red hair from his peripheral vision.

Turning to his side, he saw Fay retrieving a drink from the refrigerator he had personally placed in the office.

Fay straightened up, and turned around. Even before the matriarch had called out his name, she had perceived his fragrance and knew it was him.

Throwing caution to the wind, he stormed towards her, and stopped directly in front of her.

The drink almost slipped out of her hand to the ground when she felt the scorching intensity of his glare.

"What did my grandmother promise you so you could lie to me? A piece of my inheritance? Did she tell you when she eventually gives it to Celine, she would make sure she gives you a tiny piece? What compelled you to work with her against me?!" He screamed in her face.

"Ace, that’s enough!" The matriarch banged her fragile fist on the table.

"No, that’s enough from you!" He whirled, pointing a finger at her. "Tell me where your loyalties lie, because the more I see, the more I believe you’ve been working against me and my grandfather’s wishes."

"How dare you!" she found her cane, and slowly rose from her seat. "How dare you barge into my office and speak to me in that tone? Who the hell do you think you are?!" She eyed him from his head to his toe, appalled by the accusations.

"Your grandson who has tried very hard to be patient. When I told you I had a feeling your daughter had a hand in my father’s death, you tossed my theory aside, and told me not to dwell on delusions. All because you never planned to do anything in the first place. Or maybe you did. Maybe your plan all along was to laugh in my face after making me think you were on my side."

"You’ve lost your mind. You better be careful with the next words that come out of your mouth. There’s only so much uncouthness I can take from you before consequences are distributed." She pointed her cane at him, her body rattling with fury.

Fay, too surprised by his anger to even say anything, watched in silence.

Leighton had given her the courage to call the matriarch a few hours ago. She was the one that told her to meet her in the house because she understood why she had to leave the previous day.

If she for a second even thought that Ace would show up, she would have declined the invite. Maybe suggest a more private place.

"Oh you don’t want me to shine a mirror to your betrayal? Fine," he turned to Fay again. "How much did she promise you?"

"You won’t believe it if I said she promised nothing. You’ve made up your mind already," she said in a sad, barely audible voice.

"You told me our marriage was a plot by you and the matriarch. Just yesterday, you told me this. Are you trying to suggest otherwise now?"

She bit her lips, nervous, but grateful she had told the matriarch what she said in frustration the previous day, before Ace brought it up.

It would have been difficult to explain herself out of that one.

"Answer me Fay!" He roared when she didn’t respond.

Tears instantly gathered in her eyes. She fought it. She fought it hard. No more tears she had told herself. Especially not in front of Ace. Absolutely not.

"You better stop screaming at her before I call the security officers to throw you out of my house!" The matriarch matched his tone.

"Oh I’ll leave," he said to the matriarch, but his eyes couldn’t leave Fay. "But you just know one thing, I will get my inheritance, and my revenge. Mark my words."

He turned around, and walked out of the room.

Fay’s legs moved on their own accord to follow him and explain things. But the matriarch’s cane hitting the floor stopped her dead in her tracks.

"Let him go. This time, he has to learn the hard way," she said, her eyes set with fierce determination.