chapter 33

The servant kept the blade on the table and went to call the three. Elena was hurt and she stormed out of the house and left, before the housekeeper came out to call them. The loud sound which filled the room a few minutes ago had vanished. Nevile also stormed out of the house angrily. Elsa was still lying on the sofa... The pain had reduced. She tried getting up slowly and went towards the kitchen to prepare the herbal soup. She gathered the splendid herbs and began cooking. The aroma of the herbs filled the kitchen. The housekeeper... Came out and again went into the room... “Mr. Lobo they aren't there, in the living room." The housekeeper announced. Mr. Senior Lobo sighed. He looked towards the window at the trimmed money plant. “Nancy, wait." He said in a weak hoarse voice. She stopped. “I can't see Neville in this way ... It was such a bad thing to see him  love the wrong woman, but I think after this head lock it will be all over now ..." “Hope so Mr. Lobo..." Nancy the housekeeper sighed. “I don't think so... Grandy Nevile had loved and will keep loving Elena ..." Elsa was standing at the entrance of the room with the bowl of hot herbal soup. “Smells good ..." Nancy smiled, wanting to divert grandy's attention from what had just happened. “Don't cover up Nancy. .. I heard that ..." He said with a stern voice. “Elsa? Tell me why do you think that Neville won't love you? Tell me there is something wrong I suspect... Experience prevails tell me Elsa." Mr. Lobo urged her to tell him everything. But she didn't wish to join a broken relationship bt the influence of anyone. “Grandy..." She paused, “not under your influence." Her eyes turned slight red. “Then ... If everything is right I put forth my demand, not a demand it's a request, ... I want a great grand child..." Hearing this Elsa's heart sank. “G... G... .... Great grand child." She paused, and grinned, “ha ha... Grandy? Isn't that too early? I guess Nev won't be ready... You know right career issues." She was shuddering a bit while saying this and it could be noticed as her voice shuddered a little too. “My last wish before I die." He added. Elsa's heart throbbed hearing this request... “I'll talk to Neville too... About this." Grandad added. “N... Nevile? No no don't grandy." Elsa blurted out. “Everything is right between you both, so what is the issue in that? Won't you both fulfill my last wish? Grandad added. Elsa kept her hand on his frail lips, “No last wish you are going to live more grandy. I'll be with you till you get okay... Mmm... Now come on eat your soup." She said while giving him a spoon full of soup in it. “Come on grandy, it will get cold." Elsa added. He ate from the spoon, and asked, “Elsa, where is Neville? I want to talk to him, he told me that today he will be with me for the whole day, and see now he hasn't even stepped into my room since he came." Hearing this she turned cold... “Grandy ... An urgent meet with clients he told me ..." “Don't lie to me Elsa... I heard Elena's voice here. Few minutes ago. I may be old but I am not a fool." Elsa remained dumbstruck while Nancy left the room. “Elsa! Call Edward... And tell him to get Neville back home from wherever he is. I am sure he has left home alone in a fit of rage." Elsa nodded and called Edward... Edward picked the call, and she told him to go get Neville home. ....Nevile had paced out from Lobo villa, and had gone to Club 007. He called Xavier too, but he couldn't come as he was busy attending some important business clients. He stood at the bar service area and ordered a glass of whisky. He gulped down one glass and ordered another one, and then another and another ... Like that he almost drank eight whole glasses. “Mr. Lobo... You are full I guess..."  The bartender spoke when he asked for another glass. “No one more please ..." Helplessly the bartender filled another glass, and offered it to Neville. Suddenly there was a hustle bustle between the wealthy men present there and Nevile's gaze shifted towards the entrance of the bar. Elena was entering the bar. She came running towards the extremely saturated Nevile. She knew that she couldn't loose him, and realised that she had to act polite to win him back. But she wasn't sure about her decision as she still thought that Elsa was pregnant... The drug day... She thought again, but she was not going to lose Neville. “Nev...." She went running towards him melodramatically. Everyone in the bar looked at her. Her voice so melodious and kind. He looked at Elena, and shifted his gaze back to his half full beer glass. She reached near him and hugged him tightly. “I am sorry Nevile, but look at Venessa's close friends instagram story." She added. Neville opened his phone, and switched it on, with drowsy red eyes he opened Instragram and pressed on Venessa's close friends story. Only 5 people were added, which included, ( Neevan, Xavier, Elsa, Elena and Nevile.) He quickly viewed it, that was a video of Elsa in Nevile's arms... Near the hospital, a photo also flashed there of them both at the orphanage standing together. Neville had no reaction on his bold face. “Huh... You believe this ... this ... naive lady?" Elena had slight tears in her eyes, “I can't see any other woman having you Nev..." She added. “And why do you think Elsa is pregnant?" Neville enquired. “ I ... I ... Never said that. I just asked who three, Venessa said that Nev." “Don't deny babe, that meant the same. By the way she isn't pregnant, we went to the hospital because she wanted to donate blood. The orphanage was a different story. This much is okay?" He asked still, drunk and unstable... He spoke unsteadily, “I can't help it... But but I love only you Elena." He fainted... Elena held him in her arms he was heavy for her but she managed to take help from the men around and make him sit on a nearby chair. Suddenly a familiar pair of manly steps paced slowly behind Elena. ...