The Marvelous Elijah’s Return

Chapter 152

I want Elijah and Peach dead The sound of the doorbell echoing through the house made everyone tense up, especially Peach because by now, they all knew that Elijah’s father was visiting. “Mama,” Peach whispered as Miss Grace reached for the doorknob, grabbing onto her mother’s arm. “Breathe, honey.” Miss Grace mumbled, twisting the doorknob, and then she pulled it open. Standing on the porch was a pure white-haired man with a casual dress shirt and jeans, and yet, he had this aura of importance, and his presence was commanding as he stared from beneath his glasses a sinile tugging on the corners of his lips.

Looking over at Peach, his smile widened, and he said cheerfully, “Let me guess, you are Peach?”

With a nod, she gave a nervous grin, saying, “Yes, sir. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Maxwell.”

His smile faded, and Peach remembered what Elijah said about his dad and him having this thing about his identity, and a sense of worry shot through her. “Ah… I feel guilty that it’s my fault my daughter-in-law is calling me, ‘Sir’… ” Mr. Maxwell looked apologetically, suddenly taking her hand in his gently. “All this must be overwhelming for you, right, child?… I am sorry for the confusion. Please forgive this old men for “It’s okay, Father-in-law… I am just glad that I can finally get to meet the man that I love’s father.” Peach chuckled, nervous by the sad look that had settled on his expression.

When Mr. Maxwell’s eyes locked with Miss Grace, he smiled, saying, “You must be my in-law, Grace?”

A grin broke out across her face as she nodded, and she stepped forward, offering her hand,” Yes. I am glad that Elijah finally opened up about his side of his family and to see you… Please, come in.”

The conversation was dragged into the mansion with Mr. Maxwell running his mouth, spitting out kind words, and the sound of laughter echoed through the house as stories of Elijah as a kid slipped into the conversation.

The living room was glowing with positive energy as Mr. Maxwell drew Peach and Miss Grace deep into his stories, and their genuine laugh only deepened the conversation making them lose track of time and their surroundings. “This is the longest I have seen him be so carefree, talkative, and lose from that cold aura that makes him feared so much in Bordoria.’ James thought, staring at his boss’s smile resting his eyes the entire time he talked.

After a while, it finally clicked to Peach, and she blurted out softly, “Oh, my God, Elijah! He doesn’t know you are here. I should take you to him because… the incident… Umm… He can’t put pressure on his body.”

Watching how the excitement in her eyes slowly shifted into pain as she talked about his son’s injury, Mr. Maxwell smiled, keeping it to himself that he texted Elijah when he was on the porch, and Elijah asked him to entertain Peach to give her that sense of security because she

was freaking out about meeting him.

“Can I show you the way?” Peach asked, giving a soft smile as she stood from the couch. Waking to his feet, Mr. Maxwell said, “Please lead the way, dear.”

A moment later, Peach and he reached a door, and she gently opened it, her eyes instantly meeting Elijah’s own as she walked in with Mr. Maxwell.

with her, kissing the back of her hand, and said, “Dad,

Mr. Maxwell complimented with sincerity in

he squeezed Peach’s hand, “That’s what she trapped

thinking, ‘Come on. Don’t do that to me. Your dad is right here… I might have kind eyes, but

the three, Peach woke from the bed, excusing herself, “Since you will be staying more than a day in town, I should get a

she walked away, Mr. Maxwell gazed after her, saying, “Thank

he heard the door shut, and then he let out firmly, “I am going to kill them

a killer or criminal.

scared to death two times in my entire life, and that’s when your mother was in labor, and recently,

that you would do anything to protect the one you love, but let’s keep our hands out

keeping your hands out of the filth when they are shitting all on your name. I saw the news, Elijah. Do you know how hard it is for me to block all the crap these people are spreading on the media about you from entering

planning

“How?!”

fell between them, Elijah leaned against the pillow and said, “I made a

Checks grandson?” Mr. Maxwell interrupted, raising an eyebrow. “What does he want

immensely here. Anyway, he’s organizing a press conference and Jerome is supposed to get me a wheelchair and wheelchair-accessible van so that I

to this conference.” Giving his

one thing I have learned from the emotion I felt, knowing you were in that hospital bed was that time is too short to play games with your loved ones, and son, I want to be a proud father to you no matter your faults, accomplishments, or failures. That’s why I will be the one

o’clock, the hall was quiet with reporters from every news platform because the

moment as reporters started

died down when Mr. Maxwell suddenly appeared on the platform, drawing

and on with people shouting, and a reporter asked,” Mr. Maxwell,

“Meanly, what are you

is Bordoria’s biggest business tycoon doing in our humble country, at such a random event.” A journalist rushed

the table, Mr. Maxwell’s eyes dark, his expression stony, and his voice clipped, he answered, “My only heir, Elijah Maxwell, the first, known to you all as Elijah Darius, wants me to present you all with a gift.” Suddenly, Matt, Rick, Jerome, and Larry started walking among the chairs, sharing a twenty four GB hard drive with all the reporters, and after they got done, the room was cold because every one of them was