THE BILLIONAIRE'S CRYBABY
Chapter 229: ALL CONNECTED

Chapter 229: ALL CONNECTED

"Here, your keys," Fay said, stretching the car keys to him.

He accepted it, but didn’t make an attempt to leave.

"What are you waiting for?" She asked in a confused tone.

"You’re not even going to see me off?" He threw his own question , and even added a charming smile for a little razzledazzle.

"Nice try." She turned around, and made to leave, but he held her back.

"What do you want now?"

"Just, you’re beautiful Fay."

He let her go, and turned towards the door. Before she could get over the shock of his words, he was gone.

Ace walked into the day that was fast darkening into the night.

His eyes scanned the compound until he found his car.

He walked up to it, and was surprised it was very clean.

If he remembered clearly, the car had been muddied the last time he saw it.

His lips curved into a grin. The car had definitely been washed.

For what it was worth, perhaps, she didn’t completely hate him.

He entered the car, and as he drove towards the gate, it was opened for him to go through.

His thoughts recapped the entire day as he drove to his house.

In a day, he had lost his position, and his inheritance.

However, he did gain significant progress with his daughter.

It was all worth it at the end of the day. Now he could focus on what should have had his attention all this while.

Celine Atticus had done more than enough. It was time she got a nasty response.

He drove into his compound, and as he got out of the car, he saw Cam.

"You’re home already?" He asked, tossing the car keys to him.

"Yes sir. I drove sir Landon to the hospital, then came right home."

"The hospital?" He lifted a curious brow. "Is he fine?"

"Oh," Cam smiled, scratching the back of his head.

"Oh?"

"It’s Doctor Leighton. He met up with her."

"Oh," Ace rolled his eyes. "You couldn’t have just led with that, Cam?" He shook his head, and walked away.

On entering the living room, he found Marilyn, and Alice seated side by side, looking lost, confused, and miserable.

Ace studied them for a few seconds, before making his way towards them.

He was quite certain his footsteps were loud enough to draw their attention, but they didn’t really seem like they were interested in his attention.

"Hey?" He snapped a stretched finger.

In sync, they turned their heads to face him.

"Welcome sir Ace," they said at the same time, in robotic voices.

"Okay, you two are acting stranger than usual. Should I be worried?" He asked, his forehead already creasing from worry.

They stood up at the same time, and hugged him.

Startled by their actions, he waited for the women to get their fill, before he would ask for an explanation.

They pulled away, but Marilyn cupped his face.

"I can’t believe we watched you grow, and you’ve grown up so well. If we could have done anything to help, Celine would never have hurt you the way she has. I hope you know that?" She asked.

"Marilyn, what is—?"

"I didn’t know how to help. We’re not exactly rich enough to help someone like you. Neither do we have the required connections. I didn’t even know if you’d be able to eat, so I was confused on what to make. Then the matriarch came around, and brought with her some cookies from your mother. I made some milk you can eat with it. I hope it makes you feel better, Sir Ace."

She ruffled his hair with her maternal hands, and they hugged him again.

Once more and in sync, they separated, turned around, and walked away.

Confused, but slightly touched by whatever display that was, Ace moved to the stairs.

He was already fully up, when it hit him they had said the matriarch came around.

Instead of going to his room first, he walked to his home office.

He didn’t find her there, and had concluded she must have left.

But as he stepped into the hall, he saw her coming out of Reign’s room.

"Grandma?" He called, the confusion evident in the slight rise of his voice.

With steady confident arms, she closed the door, and walked up to him.

"We need to talk," she said in a firm voice.

"Uhmm, alright," he nodded, turning towards his home office again..

He opened the door for her to go in, then shut it behind her.

"Why were you in Reign’s room, grandma?" He asked as she took a seat.

"Sit down first," she said.

He nodded, and sat in wait for an explanation.

The matriarch scanned the room with her sharp eyes.

She remembered when her husband designed this particular room.

He had done it so meticulously, because he believed one’s home office had to be as properly planned, and structured as possible.

Ace had taken care of it the way he would have wanted, and she was proud of him for that.

She cleared her throat, and returned her attention to him.

"Fay tells me Kings is sick with cancer?"

Ace watched her closely. That didn’t sound like a question. It sounded like there was something she needed to confirm.

"Well, is he?" She pressed when he didn’t answer immediately.

"That’s what Reign told me. She’s been at his place for the past two days," he replied.

"You know, I spoke with Marilyn, and Alice when I came in," she paused, as her eyes caught a painting on the wall. She missed when he painted. It was quite sad she hadn’t seen any new pieces by him.

"About?" He asked, sensing she had been distracted again.

"Reign, of course," she faced him. "I can’t believe for the four years she has been living here, I never asked. But I did today. And they told me she has been insufferable. Do you know about this?"

"You know how Reign is, grandma. I don’t know what you expect me to say."

"Those two women would give up their life if it would mean they get to preserve, and protect yours. Four years ago, Fay would have done the same thing. Is it just me, or is there a pattern of you being blinded to the pain of the women who genuinely care about you?"

"Grandma?" He called in a frustrated tone. "Did you come here just to scold me? Haven’t I been through enough already?" He asked.

"As much as you’ve been through, you’ve made someone else go through. You were so quick to believe the worst about Fay. Reign is lying to your face, yet you believe her. I don’t understand it." Her face scrunched in total disbelief of his blindness.

"Alright, I’ll bite. What is Reign lying to me about? Why’s everything somehow tied to Fay, and four years ago?"

She scoffed. Maybe she had given him too many praises, and it had gotten to his head.

He needed some tough love, and she was going to give him exactly that, without mincing words .

"Few days ago, you discovered Reign was never pregnant for you, because you didn’t sleep with her."

"Landon told you, didn’t he?" He interrupted to ask.

"I’m not done talking, Ace. It’d do you a world of good not to interrupt me again," she warned in a stern voice.

He threw his hands in the air in surrender. "Go on," he urged.

"On that day, according to the two women that care about you, Reign fed you with something that made you out of your mind, and tried to get you to sign a document. When they confronted you with this truth, you dismissed them simply because Reign had told you about her father’s made up illness. So my question is, what is it about Reign that makes you not want to believe the worst about her, even though she has shown you time and time again how despicable she can be?" She asked, catching her breath at the end of that long speech.

"I don’t understand–"

"You’re not going to properly answer that question, so I’ll just continue," she interrupted before he could get his response in. "King does not have cancer. Fay did not lie to you four years ago. In fact, she couldn’t have. You know why? I knew her mother. Your mother did too. You know why again? Because Fay’s mother, and your mom were best friends. Four years ago was not the first time you met Fay," she dropped the bomb, and relaxed into her seat to watch his reaction.

His face went from expressionless, to doubt, and then his eyes snapped.

Jumping to his feet, he dashed out of the room, and went into his room.

He grabbed his art room keys, and went straight for the room.

Unlocking the door, he moved to the painting he had spent an eternity trying to piece together, and grabbed the canvas.

He returned to his home office, and tossed the canvas in front of the matriarch.

"Is that her?" He asked, his heart tightening hard against his chest, as he awaited her response.