Chapter 11 - Afternoon Tea Party Ⅱ (1/2)

Sometime later back at Reginald's study, Sirsa knocks at the open door. ”Can I have a quick word, Reginald?”

”Of course, dear,” Reginald muttered as he looked up from his manuscript.

Sirsa quietly enters the room and closes the door firmly behind her. ”It's about the twins,” Sirsa explained.

”What about them?” Reginald hastily said as he rose to his feet. ”They're not hurt, are they?!”

”No, no, nothing like that,” Sirsa hurriedly replied. ”It's just that there was an incident this afternoon with Georgine.”

”Then I'm sure Georgine was the one at fault,” Reginald answered without any hesitation as he sat back down in his seat.

”Yes, it was, but I want to speak about what happened afterward,” Sirsa replied and quickly began to recount the events including the conversation that had transpired afterward.

Reginald slumps back in his seat and rubs his face with his hand. ”I should have known something was off,” Reginald lamented. ”The twins are far much to calm and mature for their age. They just seem to take everything in stride that I had assumed it was because they were still children. I never thought-.” Reginald lets out a sigh as his hands clench in anger until his knuckles turn white.

”I don't how Eileen permitted this either,” Sirsa dejectedly muttered. ”But what I am certain of is that as long as we are here the twins shan't ever be taken back to that hellhole.”

A steely look enters Reginald's eyes as he icily says, ”I will ensure that man is properly taken care of.”

”No, don't,” Sirsa hastily said as Reginald stares at his wife rather puzzled. ”It is for the twin's sake, Reginald, don't confuse my request for mercy. I just don't wish for the twins to feel forcefully adrift of that man. And for better or for worse, that man is their father.”

”Very well, dear. I don't like it, but I will do as you ask,” Reginald grudgingly said.

”Thank you, Reginald,” Sirsa sincerely said, before turning to open the door.

”And dear,” Reginald called out to Sirsa's back. ”Eileen may very well deserve all of your wrath, but for the twin's sake, please try to reign in some of your anger.”

”I shan't make any promises, but I'll try,” Sirsa replied over her shoulder, before striding away to receive her guests ringing the doorbell.

Reginald is left to quietly ponder in his room as he taps his fingers in thought. Maybe, he had promised his wife not to kill the bastard, but there were plenty of other ways to deal with such a brute of a father. And just like that, Reginald would write a few letters to ensure that man would be properly taken care of.

Hours later with some satisfaction, Reginald hands Dawn the written letters to be sent via owl, before rising to his feet to see his younger sister, Georgine. Reginald makes his way to Georgine's personal quarters in the east wing and gently knocks on the door. ”Who is it?” Georgine harrumphed.

”It's me,” Reginald replied rather muffled via the door.

”Fine, come in,” Georgine grumbled.