Chapter 126 My Parents
Have Been Dead For Years
Renee came back to Rose Villa to discover Felix and the new nanny deep in sleep. She walked into his room and quietly watched him sleep, a serene expression on his face that eased the weariness from her bones.
The longer she observed him, the more she noticed Felix’s features echoing those of William. Time was running out, and soon hiding the truth from William would be impossible.
She needed to act swiftly. The more time Renee spent in Tofral, the more restless she grew.
Her email had brought new details about Shaun, and she spent the entire night poring over every piece of information until sleep overcame her at dawn.
After barely an hour of rest, a loud noise from downstairs startled her awake, her head pounding. She tried to shield herself with the blanket, longing for more sleep, when a knock at her door disrupted her efforts.
“Felix! Quiet down!”
“Ms. Carter, there are two people downstairs claiming to be your parents,” the nanny informed her.
Renee flung the blanket aside and stared at the ceiling, wishing she could vanish.
“Tell them to leave! My parents have been dead for years!” she cried out.
The nanny hesitated, her voice soft. “But–Felix- Ms. Carter, perhaps you should come and see.”
Felix? The mention of Felix pulled Renee from her bed. Her son meant everything to her. The Carters were nothing but bold and senseless and they had even suggested selling the family house for Sally’s unborn child. What could they possibly want with Felix this time?
Reaching the top of the stairs, Renee caught Nixon admonishing Felix. “I’m your grandpa. This is your grandma. Why didn’t you greet us? Where are your manners?”
“You’re not my grandpa!” Felix’s young voice rang out in defiance.
“You little troublemaker! Your mother has failed in teaching you manners. It’s time I taught you a lesson,” Nixon declared.
As Renee hastened her steps, she arrived at the stairs to see Nixon clutching Felix by the arm, his other hand poised to strike.
In that critical moment, Renee kicked a toy across the floor, striking Nixon’s hand with precision.
Nixon cried out, taken aback.
Though it was merely a toy, Renee’s kick was forceful enough to cause pain.
“You-”
“No one disciplines my son,” she interjected, halting Nixon’s reprimand.
Nixon scoffed coldly and fixed her with a stern look. “This is the boy you’ve raised. Utterly without manners. He didn’t even acknowledge us.”
Renee settled onto the couch, crossed her legs, and motioned for Felix to come. He ran to her, frowning, seeking comfort in her embrace.
Renee soothed him, managing to grab the coffee the nanny had prepared.
After taking a sip, she remarked, “It seems he’s yet to meet anyone of worth.”
“You ungrateful child! Is this how you address me? I am your father!”
Nixon’s anger simmered.
Renee disregarded his rage, her voice sharp as ice. “You’re not wanted here. I’m not interested in your reasons for coming. Just leave.”
“Nixon, did you catch that? You think she’d speak politely? Be realistic,” Sally snapped, losing her patience. She pointed at Renee and shouted, “Renee, you are despicable! What have you done to Rosa? You’ve destroyed her! I won’t let this go!”
Sally, clearly in the later stages of pregnancy, moved to confront Renee, but Nixon restrained her, mindful of her condition.
“Sally, remember you’re carrying. Calm down. I’ll handle this.”
Renee observed them with a detached gaze. “Has Rosa awakened? What has she told you?”
