The Heiress's Comeback-Chapter 210: [ Volume 1] Chaper - Dream house
Esme’s eyes snapped to her, a flicker of hope piercing through the haze of rage. "What place?" she demanded, her tone laced with impatience. "Quit wasting my time, Jenny. Spit it out."
Jenny hesitated, her brow furrowing as she chose her words carefully. "Mother never told anyone about it... but I found out by chance. When Ray’s father was still alive, she was obsessed with marrying him. So obsessed that she built him a house—a place he dreamed of, a house he always wanted."
Esme’s irritation flared, impatience twisting her features. "And where the hell is this place?" Her voice was sharp, biting. "Stop speaking in riddles, Jenny!"
Jenny sighed, shaking her head, her own frustration creeping into her voice. "I’m not telling you a riddle. I don’t know where it is. If I knew, I would’ve torn that place apart by now, searching for answers myself."
Esme stared at Jenny, her fists tightening once more. It was maddening. She could feel herself at the edge of a cliff, so close yet still so far from finding Ray. And now this—another obstacle, another damn dead end. She could almost feel the pull of despair again, but she fought against it, her body rigid with tension.
But Jenny’s words lingered in her mind. A house, built for Ray’s father. The idea clung to Esme, teasing her with its possibilities. She might not know where the house was, but at least now, there was something new to work with. It wasn’t much, but it was more than she had before.
With a harsh exhale, Esme shoved her frustration deep down and locked eyes with Jenny. "Then tell me everything you know about this house," she growled, her voice low and dangerous.
Esme felt a searing anger rising within her as she recalled Jenny’s words, spoken in a hushed tone that still echoed in her mind.
"I heard my mother when she was drunk," Jenny had confided, a tremor of rage lacing her voice.
"She swore she’d save him from that bitch and make sure he lived happily with her."
The weight of that revelation had hung over Esme like a dark cloud, an unsettling reminder of a past filled with secrets and betrayal. But now, that cloud had shifted; she finally had a thread to follow.
As she turned to leave, a desperate urgency pulsed through her, stopping her in her tracks. Jenny’s voice cut through the night air like a knife.
"Please, do me a favor. When you find that woman, kill her in the worst way possible."
Esme’s breath hitched at the ferocity in Jenny’s plea, a visceral reaction coursing through her veins. The request resonated deep within her, igniting a primal instinct for vengeance that had long been buried.
"Of course, thats goes without saying" Esme replied, her voice steady despite the storm of emotions swirling inside. It was a promise she didn’t take lightly, a commitment forged in the crucible of shared pain and resentment.
With that resolve echoing in her ears, she rushed outside, the brisk night air washing over her, awakening her senses as she slid into the driver’s seat of her car.
The engine roared to life beneath her, and as she pulled onto the darkened road, the familiar streets blurred by in a haze. The weight of her mission pressed heavily on her shoulders, filling her with a mixture of fear and exhilaration.
She dialed the house phone, her heart racing at the thought of being overheard. They had to remain cautious; every call could be tracked. Fortunately, this landline was a sanctuary, equipped with features that made eavesdropping nearly impossible.
"Ryan!" she exclaimed as her brother picked up, his voice a lifeline amid the tension. He was sitting next to the landline, waiting for her call as instructed. "Do you have the phone on speaker?"
"Yes, I’m here. Is everything okay? Did you find anything?" Ryan’s voice was thick with worry, drawing in Jay and Kai, who were perched nearby, their expressions a mix of hope and concern.
Esme’s grip tightened on the wheel, her focus unwavering. "No, I haven’t found anything concrete yet, but I have a question for you." She felt a pulse of urgency as she waited for their response, sensing the weight of her words hanging in the air.
"Yeah, ask away," Ryan urged, glancing at his brothers, who leaned in closer, their curiosity piqued.
"What kind of house did our father want?" Esme probed, feeling the tension thicken. "Can you be specific about what he envisioned?"
Ryan’s brow furrowed as he cast a thoughtful gaze toward the darkened silhouette of their father’s old house in the distance. "Let me think... It’s been so long since we really discussed it." His voice trailed off as memories danced in his mind, each one more elusive than the last.
Before he could continue, Jay interjected, his voice filled with enthusiasm. "I know! He wanted a house next to a pretty garden. It had to be small—just for the three of us. He hated having servants around." His excitement was palpable, a flicker of nostalgia breaking through the tension.
Kai nodded, adding, "Yeah! And he wanted it to be quiet, on the outskirts of the city. He couldn’t stand noise or too many neighbors. Socializing wasn’t his thing."
As Esme absorbed their words, a knot of frustration twisted in her stomach. "That sounds pretty common, though. Is there anything unique about that house? Anything that would set it apart?"
Ryan and Kai exchanged glances, brows furrowed in concentration. After a moment, Kai’s face lit up with realization. "Oh! There’s one important thing. It’s a bit strange, but Dad wanted it near a lake or a pond or something. Even if it was man-made. He loved to paint and wanted the scenery to inspire him."
Esme’s heart sank as she considered their details. A small house, a garden, a lake—those were common desires, yet they felt like keys to unlock a door to a past shrouded in mystery.
