Trapped with a Lawyer

Chapter 91 From Insults to Pleas; Harry's Plan.

"Hello..." He picked up the phone eventually, with an inkling of what the phone call was about.

"Samuel, don't you think she needs to apologize to us?" Emma's voice was soft, contrary to her bossy This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

nature. This made Samuel wonder if it was the same Emma he was used to.

"I'm busy today. Maybe we should talk about this some other time." He answered perfunctorily, showing

no intention to further delve into the topic.

"Samuel!" Emma responded, her voice dripping with anxiety, "Listen to me. If Ella apologizes to us,

then I will let it go."

Emma's compromise left nothing for Samuel to say. "Fine. We will come meet you, where are you right

now?"

Then the call ended soon after.

He glanced at Ella and took a deep breathe. Then, he turned the car around and followed the directions

that Emma had given him.

Ella sat confused, wondering why Samuel had turned the car around. "Where are we going?" She

asked quizzically. They sat there in silence for a while. Ella couldn't help but wonder what had changed.

Who was on the phone? Why is he quiet? She thought to herself.

Just before she could bring up the same question, Samuel responded "We're gonna see two people."

Ella wanted to ask who these two people were, but she knew from the tone of his voice that he didn't

want any more questions. They continued to sit in silence as they inched closer to their destination.

20 minutes later, At the Dominator Coffee Shop.

Samuel led Ella, who was straddling baby Jerry on her hip, to a room on the second floor.

Pushing the door open, Ella frowned when she saw Emma and Catherine, inside.

So this is who we were going to meet? She thought, as she looked at Samuel and shot him a menacing

look.

Samuel ignored the expression on her face and pulled out a chair for her to sit on. Ella received the

gesture and sat on it, placing Jerry on her lap.

Emma and Catherine's faces were still visibly scarred, which consequently vented Ella.

An awkward silence fell on the room, and the tension between the four individuals grew as they waited

for their coffee to arrive.

As Ella was amusing her son leisurely, Samuel spoke with a low voice, "Ella, apologize to Emma and

Catherine."

Immediately, Ella's eyes shot up in astonishment. She couldn't believe that he would ask her to

apologize to them after all that had happened. Her heart broke, but she didn't want them seeing her

breakdown. So she feigned annoyance, to keep her mind away from crying.

She diverted her eyes to the two sisters, who were eagerly waiting to hear her response. But in return,

all they saw was Ella grinning. Then she spoke, " So you two ladies want him that badly? Well, he's

yours. I want nothing to do with him. You're welcome!" Then Ella stood up, kicked the chair out of her

way, opened the door and walked out with her son snuggled closely in her arms.

Samuel had predicted that she would be resistant, "Ella." She could clearly hear his low booming voice,

even though she was half-way out the door.

Trying to push back the tears, Ella, turned and smiled, "Samuel, from today, I will no longer love you

and I want a divorce. You have betrayed me and our love. I can't take this."

Her words cut deep like a butcher's knife.

Samuel could feel his world shutter into pieces, as the words played over and over again in his head in

a loop.

"Ella, please." His voice pleaded.

But Ella had made up her mind. She turned and walked downstairs without even looking back.

By the time, Samuel had gathered enough momentum, and raced out of the coffee shop, Ella had

already gone. He watched as the taxi she was in disappeared into traffic.

That night, Ella didn't return to the old house.

Samuel paced back and forth, a little anxious.

He even checked every hotel, using all his resources, yet no one had booked a room under the name

of Ella.

By the time he returned to the old house, it was already 9 pm. He found Melody in the living room

"Grandma, do you know where she is?" Samuel asked, noticing how calm she was, when her beloved

Ella and her great-grandson didn't return home.

She took a glance at his grandson, who looked a little tired, and said, "You don't have to search for

them, I know where they are."

"Where are they? Tell me!" Samuel responded, his voice dripping with angst.

"They will come back in a couple of days. So you don't have to worry about them." Melody knew where

they were, but she intended not to tell him.

Samuel fumed with anger, but he knew all too well that Melody wouldn't give him the answers he

needed, so he resorted to heading to his room.

The room looked empty without her. The only thing left was her scent mingled with that of the baby's.

He yearned so much for them to come back to him. He didn't know what would happen to him if they

didn't.

He recalled Ella's words, "Samuel, from today, I'll no longer love you..." and

Clenched his hands into fists. Ella, such a stubborn woman! You would rather leave than yield,

breaking my heart in the process.

He thought to himself, half-praying that Ella would come back to him.

Three days later... Ella and Jerry hadn't come back and Samuel was filled with worry.

He paced up and down in his office, attempting to reassure himself that they were okay.

"You really have got nothing to do, other than pace up and down huh?" Harry's booming voice filled the

silent room.

Samuel looked up, surprised. Their eyes met for a brief second then Samuel retreated to his desk,

shuffling through documents. He didn't need Harry breathing down his neck at such a crucial moment.

Samuel remained silent, completely ignoring Harry. Harry strode into the office and sat on the sofa. He

crossed his legs and stared apprehensively towards Samuel's direction.

"Are you deaf? Didn't you hear my question?" Samuel looked up, a flash of anger spread across his

face. He didn't want to deal with Harry at that moment. But his anger quickly dissipated, reminding

himself that Harry is his boss.

He chose to respond as calmly as possible, "Sorry Sir. It won't happen again." Then he diverted his

attention back to the court documents sprawled in front of him.

But Harry took the opportunity to continue taunting him, "Are you this incompetent even at home? No

wonder your wife left you!" Harry chuckled and stood up. He walked towards Samuel's make-shift

kitchen at the corner and proceeded to make himself some tea.

Samuel was used to Harry making obscene remarks about situations that he wasn't involved in. He had

a knack of butting into everyone's business, just because he could. Sometimes Samuel wondered how

they had become friends. But today, Samuel was not in the mood for it, so he decided to ignore him

again.

This time, however, Harry had a reason to be vexed. If it were not for the promise he had made to his

wife to keep it secret, he would have said, "Get your wife and son out of my house right now, " the

moment he stepped in.

After the water had boiled, Harry put some superlative Tieguanyin Tea in a bowl and poured hot water

in it, "Do you need me to go to the villa?" He spoke up, stirring the tea.

He stood there for a while and waited for a response from Samuel, but all he received was silence.

"You don't know how noisy four kids can be. Plus I think my wife might be bisexual... "

No response.

Harry's rage boiled.

He wanted to smash something.

Samuel fixed his eyes on the screen in front of him, hoping that his distant behavior would dissuade

Harry from speaking to him. Samuel secretly hoped that Harry would get bored and leave him be.

"Samuel, let's have a drink at my place tonight." From insults to pleas, Harry never seized to amaze

Samuel.

Samuel responded, "Harry, please, as my friend, let me be. I have a lot on my plate right now. Give me

some space."

Harry almost chocked on his tea. People rarely said no to him, so it came as a surprise when Samuel

did. But Harry knew what was going on in Samuel's life and pitied him.

He finished his tea and placed the ceramic cup on the table and left, without saying another word.

A half hour later.

Harry's phone rang. He looked at the caller ID and picked it up.

"Hello Samuel, have you changed your mind about that drink?"

"Yes. You win. I'll take two bottles of white spirit. I need to blow off some steam, let's get drunk at your

place."

Samuel spoke on the other end of the line. "Okay, see you in an hour." Harry confirmed.

Harry could feel the wheels turning, and his plan set in motion. He would finally have some form of

normalcy back in his family life, once Samuel saw Ella at his house.

An hour later, Samuel appeared at the door of the castle. Harry opened the door and exclaimed,

"Come in." Some hours later, with glasses of vodka in their hands, Harry and Samuel found themselves

upstairs in the dance studio. Harry knew that they would be in there, and so it was part of his plan to

ensure that Samuel knew his wife was here.

His wife and Ella were in the midst of teaching their four kids how to dance in the big dance room. The

room was surrounded by four giant mirrors.

Nicole was dancing ballet like a professional dancer. Sally and Daniel were watching their sister

admiringly. As for Jerry, he was crawling around on the white floor.

Samuel didn't notice Jerry at first, as his gaze was fixed on his slender and flexible wife. Ella had not

practiced dancing for a long time, so she was working hard on splits with her head bent forward so she

didn't see the two men walk in. Samuel could hear his son's burbles, "Yaa... Pa... Pa...

Yee." Samuel placed his vodka glass on a nearby table and picked up his cooing son. He rocked him

back and forth and tickled his baby feet, bathing in his son's laughter. Samuel then turned to gaze at

Ella. He still hoped that she loved him.