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Chapter 221: I wish Evelina was here [1]
Chapter - 221
"Enough!" The old Matriarch's voice reverberated through the room like thunder, commanding the immediate attention of both Rick and Geoffrey. As the argument escalated to new heights, she watched with a mixture of shock and frustration, her patience wearing thinner by the second. "This petty squabbling will get us absolutely nowhere."
Hearing the old Matriarch, both Rick and Geoffrey fell silent, but the tension between them remained palpable, their eyes locked in a battle more intense than any physical confrontation.
"I couldn't care less about your personal vendettas," the old Matriarch continued, her voice steely with determination. "All that matters to me is finding a way to save my husband." Frustration etched deep lines into her face as she struggled to contain her anger.
She was tired of the incessant fighting between these two stubborn men, who seemed more interested in settling old scores than finding a solution.
The tension in the room reached a breaking point as the old Matriarch's voice cut through the air like a knife, silencing the heated argument with its sheer force.
With a steely gaze that brooked no argument, she glared at Rick and Geoffrey, her voice a mixture of frustration and anger. "I've had it up to here with you two," she admitted, her tone sharp and commanding. "I don't give a flying fig about your personal grudges, you idiots. Don't you have you no minds of your own?"
The old matriarch's words hung heavily in the room, but before the tense silence could fully settle, Rick, fueled by defiance, shot back with a bold retort. "Listen here, lady," he spat, his eyes flashing with challenge as he directed his words at the seething Geoffrey.
"Why don't you rein in your mutt before he bites off more than he can chew?" he taunted, his gaze locked onto Geoffrey with unyielding intensity.
Geoffrey's rage boiled over, his fists clenching tightly at his sides as he seethed with fury. "Watch your mouth, you insolent bastard," he spat, his voice dripping with venom. Every fiber of his being urged him to lash out and deliver a punch straight to Rick's smug face, "Don't get over my nerves now."
But before Geoffrey could act on his violent impulses, the old matriarch sprang into action with surprising agility, positioning herself firmly between the two men like a seasoned referee. "That's enough!" she commanded, her voice ringing with authority as she fixed Geoffrey with a steely glare.
Caught off guard by her swift intervention, Geoffrey's clenched fist slowly unclenched as he begrudgingly stepped back, his anger still simmering beneath the surface. The old matriarch's icy gaze left no room for argument, her presence commanding obedience.
The old matriarch had finally had enough of the escalating tensions between Rick and Geoffrey. With a commanding presence, she cut through the tension like a knife, her voice resonating with authority as she declared, "Let's cut the theatrics and get straight to the point, shall we?
I haven't got time for these shenanigans." Her words reverberated through the room, a palpable tension hanging in the air.
Sensing the gravity of her command, Rick nodded subtly, acknowledging her unspoken directive, and obediently made his way to the nearby sofa. As he settled onto the plush cushions, a sense of relief washed over him, his posture relaxing slightly in the comfort of the seat.
But rather than easing tensions, Rick's casual response only seemed to fan the flames of the matriarch's anger. She shot a sharp look at Geoffrey, halting him in his tracks before he could advance on Rick, who was practically seething with frustration beneath his calm exterior.
"No, Geoffrey, stand down," she commanded, her voice cutting through the tension like a knife. Her eyes blazed with fury as she turned her attention back to Rick, her words sharp and biting.
"This is all your doing, isn't it? I should have known better than to trust a mere mortal like yourself," she spat, her bitterness evident in every syllable. "How could I have been so foolish to believe that a worthless human could possess the ability to heal cold-blooded spirits? You may have fooled us for now, Rick, but mark my words, I won't rest until you make good on your promises."
"But if you tried to double cross me, I will make you pay." She sat in her chair, her eyes fixed on Rick with a view of seeking some reply in return.
Rick's smooth voice broke the tense silence that hung between them, his words carrying a sense of calm authority tinged with a hint of mystery. "Now, now, old lady, no need to get all worked up," he began, his tone soothing yet enigmatic.
"I assure you, I intend to keep my promise. However, the methods I employ for treatment are... unconventional, shall we say? It's best they remain shrouded in secrecy. But there is one thing I require for the process to proceed smoothly."
The matriarch leaned in, her eyes narrowing with curiosity as she clasped her wrinkled hands together in anticipation. Rick's deliberate pause only served to heighten the tension, leaving her mind awash with doubt and suspicion.
"And what might that be?" she pressed, her voice betraying a mix of apprehension and intrigue.
Rick met her gaze head-on, his expression unreadable as he delivered his request with an air of quiet authority. "I need Evelina to be present," he stated.
The matriarch's mind trembled at Rick's demand, her thoughts swirling with uncertainty and apprehension.
Her once composed expression faltered, the lines on her face contorting into a mask of confusion rather than concern as she struggled to make sense of Rick's request.
"Why exactly does she need to be here?" she inquired, her voice steady but tinged with bewilderment.
Rick's response was unexpected, a playful glint dancing in his eyes as he leaned in closer to the matriarch, a mischievous smile playing at the corners of his lips.
"Because, my dear lady, I believe a pretty face can work wonders," he explained, his tone light but his meaning unmistakable. "And who better to grace us with her presence than the lovely Evelina herself?" With a cheeky grin, Rick's words hung in the air, leaving the matriarch to ponder the implications of his request.
"And she might be missing me as well."
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