The Rhyme of the Depositary

056 - SEASON 2

Rachel looked at her husband with a gentle look. He knows how much he loves her. For his sake, Maxen willingly surrendered himself to the authorities.

Love is a very powerful driver. With him, one could do many things.

"Are you okay?" ask Maxen gently. He tidied a few strands of his wife's hair and kissed her forehead full of affection.

"I'm amazingly good. What about you, Maxen?" Rachel stroked her husband's jaw gently. They looked at each other for a long time. As if time had stopped for a moment.

"Maxen, maybe in a few days I can go back home." Rachel smiled with pain. His return was a warning sign of Maxen's plan in connection with his surrender.

"Goodoo. I'll do what I promise you once you're stable enough." Maxen. There was no burden in both eyes.

"You sure it's okay to do all that? Surrender yourself?" rachel asked unsure.

Maxen is a free man who is used to having a large space. Being in a prison cell must have been severe torture. For a man, fresh air is everything.

"You sure you can wait for me for years until I'm free?" Maxen, instead of answering, asked a new question.

"I'll be waiting for you. I-i promise. Where else would I run if you were my home?" Rachel said seriously. She clasped her husband's hand tightly, bracing herself.

"I can go through a lot as long as you can faithfully wait for me." Maxen smiled a little.

For this woman, even the oceans and ravines would pass through. No matter what suffering he goes through.

Rachel is the most beautiful jewel and jewel. His years in prison were a small payday as long as he could spend the rest of his life with the ones he loved.

As long as he doesn't lose Rachel, whatever it is Maxen will go through. This woman has taken half of her heart. The rest of the breath he had was just Maxen allotting for Rachel.

"I love you so much, Rachel. As long as you can wait for me to the appointed time, I can survive under any circumstances." Maxen said seriously.

Prison is not a prison if his heart can fly. But freedom can be a prison if his heart is shut.

"Do, Maxen. I hope you haven't been separated from me for too long." Rachel smiled smirkingly.

The fear that Rachel had was growing more intense. He never felt left out for this painful though for a while. Weakly, he hoped Maxen would not leave him for long.

"I have a great lawyer. He will definitely make my punishment run as light as possible." Maxen tried to calm Rachel down. He felt that this woman was too easily worried.

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Alice returned home as she was about to enter dinner time. He walked towards the main hall followed by Klayver. The two of them looked a little relieved after making a visit to Rachel. The guilt Alice felt was not as great as before.

When he arrived in the living room, he was surprised by the number of new games lying in just any place.

There are many types of remote control cars, automatic robots, sounding children's pistols, some balls with various motives, and such games.

In the middle, Axel stood full of satisfaction. His right and left hands held a kind of shot with imitation bullets.

Not far from the boy, sat Violin and James with a proud look. Violin chuckled amusedly, encouraging Axel as if Axel was competing heavily.

"Good, Honey. Straighten your hand even better and focus your gaze to take the best angle in the shot!" Violin directed Axel enthusiastically.

The boy did what Violin suggested. He straightened his hands and gaze, narrowed his eyes, and in the count of three fired a shot.

Cuuuzzzz

The imitation bullet landed successfully in a small vase located right next to the LED television. The vase trembled for a moment, whizzing, then falling down.

The sound of broken porcelain rang out in Alice's ears. The beautiful thing was shattered into pieces no longer shaped.

The mood for a moment was silent. In the next instant, Violin and James clapped each other in excitement.

"good. You're an amazing kid." Violin chuckled proudly

"You're gonna grow up to be a great guy. It's amazing!" James chimed.

"Remember, when you're older, Grandma will teach you even greater things." Violin.

"You deserve to be our Liecester family."

Violin and James scramble to compliment Axel in turn. Alice who was staring at this scene looked shocked. He glanced at Klayver, as if to blame.

He had just left Axel half a day with Violin and saw what happened. Not only was the boy bought dozens of new toys that were too many, but was even taught how to shoot.

Oh God. Alice could never have imagined what Axel would become if he were under her in-laws. Both Violin and James had their minds turned. Waw. Marvelous.

"Hi, Mom. You saw my shot just now. Goal-post, right?" Axel looked at Alice proudly with a slight puffing of his small chest.

Alice cursed in her heart. A month alone Axel trained his new method of firing, all the porcelain items of this house could be destroyed one by one.

Alice grimaced at the shards of the vase that had been worth thousands of dollars. For the size of a small vase at that price, the vase is relatively rare and expensive.

"Mom's not happy if you smash furniture like this again while you're playing. Choose a better place and play with harmless games."

Games that don't cost Alice thousands of dollars, of course. Inner Alice plump.

Violin looked at her dislikey granddaughter as she was scolded by Alice. He ruffled his waist with great power and defended Axel all out.

"Your son, Alice. He should have played like a boy too. The safe game you're referring to is only for weak helpless girls!" he said he didn't want to be denied.

Alice rolled her eyes slowly. God, how could the relationship of in-laws and their children develop so far.

Alice did not want to add to the problems and just passed away leaving them. Klayver who knew the atmosphere of his wife could only giggle amusedly.

His wife was easy to get emotional. It just takes a little push to make him angry. It's like a volcano. Women like that even teased her more.

"Your wife's mood is good too. He was easily angry. Very different from you who have no emotions at all." Violin did not feel the slightest bit of guilt. She hummed casually, singing the song of the eighties.

"Who do I say has no emotions?"

"Do you have emotions? You're still the same flat guy you were eight years ago."

Violin observed the face of her son who already had deeper maturity. Showing that the way of life has brought many things to him.

Actually, his son wasn't as cold as he used to be. The laughter he had was a warm laugh that he could see right down to the eyes. No longer empty laughter as it used to be after Holy left.

Alice carries her own rainbow and color Violin is sure more than anything else her son has been bound by love for Alice. That woman is extraordinary.

"Mom, don't bother Alice. As a father-in-law, you're pretty bad."

Violin raised her eyebrows, not accepting. She feels like she's been an amazing mom. The proof is that she managed to raise four children without a nanny. They grew up well and became successful people.

But now Violin did not want to argue too far with her son. He chose silence and kept all his heart.

"You're a little frontal, honey. Next time, be more gentle with our daughter-in-law." James is no better. He also chose to be with his son.

Violin sighed resignedly and spread out her two hands that still looked graceful in old age.

"alright. I'll talk to Alice and promise to be a good in-law" she broke up as she left the living room.

Klayver and James looked at each other meaningfully. Axel, who was not far from them just looked at the group of adults in turn. Adults like to be weird. His attitude was never understood by Axel. They sometimes talk to each other in body language which makes them dizzy to understand.

After leaving her son and husband, Alice walked down the main staircase to Alice's room according to William's direction a day ago.

Violin is a woman who has a strong memory. He could memorize a location in just one glance.

After arriving upstairs, he walked down the hallway and turned to the left. There was a room with an intricately carved wooden door. At first glance, this room is the main room. The door is bigger than the others with the most beautiful design.

Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok

Violin knocked on the door a few times. He waited for a moment before the door opened from the inside.

Alice had changed into a casual dress. Sleeveless plain t-shirt tops with soft cloth pants to the ankles.

"Violin? Is there something wrong? Could Axel be making trouble downstairs?" Alice asked worriedly. She was about to walk out the door, but was held captive by her in-laws.

"No. Everything's fine. We need to talk for a minute!" Violin opened the door wider and uninvited, she walked into her daughter-in-law's room like a graceful queen who had great power.

Alice shook her head. Mother and son alike. Both have more dominant sides than others.

Violin sat on a dressing table chair and looked at her daughter-in-law with a flat gaze. A look that reminded Alice of Klayver. The gaze inside was without the slightest ripple and expression.

The two Violin hands he crossed in front of his chest. Next to his feet he rests on the other foot. Makes the nails he painted orange look graceful.

"I know I may not be the perfect in-law for you yet. But at least I tried my best" he said honestly. He stood up and walked closer to his daughter-in-law. Gently rubbed Alice's shoulder full of affection.

"Don't be too offended by my every action, dear," she asked motherhood.

Alice was silent for a moment. He looked at Alice and finally understood the seriousness that the woman was conveying.

Alice looked down inside. Both of his legs were agitated. Eventually, he started to catch something.

This is a form of apology from Violin for overindulging Axel to cross the limit of tolerance that Alice has.

Her in-laws turned out to be thinking about her reaction and now tried to reconcile subtly. Alice smiled wryly, feeling her chest warmed up by Violin's actions.

"Oh my God, Violin. I know what you mean. Actually I'm not really mad at you for the way you treated Axel. I was just upset for a moment. There's nothing you need to worry about." Alice smiled calmly.

Violin is unique. Even when he apologized, his arrogance was still carried as a symbol of himself.

But now Violin quite understands the meaning of Violin. He knew behind the arrogance stored a heart that has a deep concern for many things. Especially with Klayver.

Alice knew more than anyone else also the affection that Violin showed for Axel was pure affection. Personally Alice was quite grateful her son could be accepted by the Violin. There were pieces that had been empty that began to be filled by Violin slowly.

"Goodoo. As a mother, I think you're quite grumpy," Violin ruffled her waist and whistled softly. He walked steadily away from Alice's room with wide steps.

Before reaching the door, Violin turned around again and delivered something abruptly.

"I hope you give me a grandchild soon. The more the better."

Alice almost choked on her own saliva. He stared uncomfortably at the words that his in-laws were spouting directly.

"Kids?" Alice could only parrot after her consciousness began to recover. His face looked a little dazed.

"Yes, kid. Night sports with Klayver can usually produce children if you are smart enough and do it often enough. Try harder, honey. I'll give you my private island if you manage to give birth to Klayver's son. I'm waiting for the good news." Violin blinked one of her eyes meaningfully. It was as if they were making a secret compromise.

After the departure of her in-laws, Alice dropped her body in shock. He stared at his intertwined fingers and went back to recall the word for word Violin had said.

Her parents expected her grandchildren as soon as possible. Violin conveyed it directly as if they were talking about business transactions. Even the woman bribed him with what was that ... private island? Hell, that's right. That Liecester family is that rich, huh?

The violin swore and kicked the foot of the bed underneath. He felt even more upset to realize Violin was asking for something from him so easily.

God fucking. God fucking. God fucking.

The woman had no manners at all. Quickly Kalyver grew up with a murderous inclination. All of that must be the influence of his mother's teaching patterns that are too frontal.

Oh, my God, Violin told her to have a child. Just be right. He asked for it lightly as if the child is an online product that is easy to get from a reputable distributor.

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