Chapter 512 - Vespucci Villa Ⅲ (2/2)

Mrs. Topsy's own eyes fill with tears as she pulls her second born, her last child into her arms. ”It will be alright, my precious. We will make this work.”

”Mm,” Tiffany can only mutter as she silently weeps in her mother's arms.

Warmly, cocooned in her mother's arms, Tiffany hesitantly asks, ”Will I still be able to attend the funeral, Mama?”

”I don't think so, precious,” Mrs. Topsy rather sadly replied to her daughter's question.

”I see,” Tiffany soberly contemplated, before wiping her tears and pulling herself out of her mother's arms. ”In that case, there is no further use in weeping.”

Mrs. Topsy's lips twitch in understanding, before saying, ”In that case, let us visit your brother tomorrow.”

Tiffany's face slightly brightens up at the prospect of visiting her older brother and her little nephew. Her nephew was just so cute, and she loved the little boy with all her heart. Feeling a painful streak of pain in her heart again at the thought of never having children of her own, her face wilts again.

Mrs. Topsy's own eyes darken with emotion and understanding of her daughter's expression. Only fifteen years old and already condemned to the life of a spinster. It simply was not fair! But life is not fair.

Loud angry footsteps can be heard down the hallway causing both men to look up. Mr. Topsy's face is red with anger, but triumph. ”We are leaving!” Mr. Topsy announced leaving no room for argument not that either woman would have argued back.

Tiffany slides out of the bed and pulls the bathrobe tight around herself and striding after her parents in warm bedroom slippers. The three Topsy's make their way to the floo hearth in the main hallway. The halls are utterly silent as they make their way to the Vespucci Villa.

Glancing around at the home one last time, Tiffany to her surprise she is relieved. Even if this had all ended in tragedy, she would never have to worry about marrying such a man again. For better or for worse in a way, Vasco had done her a great favor that could never be repaid. And for that, she would be eternally grateful to him.

The sudden hush of voices caused Tiffany to be jolted out of her reverie to find that the Vespucci family is before her. Emalia Vespucci's head is down as her eyes refuse to meet with Tiffany out of fear or shame. On the other hand, Vera Vespucci loudly weeps and leans against her husband, Patrizio Vespucci, who glares at Tiffany with utter loathing and rage in his eyes.

”You are a wicked curse upon my family,” Patrizio bellowed pointing at Tiffany. ”And to all those that you encounter. Mark my words, she is a death harbinger!”

Tiffany is protectively drawn into her mother's arms, while her father, Arnold Topsy takes a step forward and says, ”I will hold myself back in understanding that you are at present hurt and in mourning because of your son's sudden death. However, listen well, Patrizio Vespucci because I will only say this once. Should you repeat such a foolish remark in front of me and my wife again, I will see to it that you are run out of England. Do not test me.”

Mr. Topsy's words ring coldly in the Vespucci's home causing Patrizio Vespucci to stiffly nods his head in understanding. Mr. Vespucci knew that Mr. Topsy's words are no mere idle threat. Mr. Topsy had vast connections, and his wife, had been a Selwyn, before marriage. The Selwyn's were rather vicious characters and if Mrs. Topsy beseeched them for aid, they would surely and most violently ensure that the Vespucci's permanently left England never to return.

Seeing that they had reached in an understanding, Mr. Topsy says, ”You first, Helana, then you precious.” Mr. Topsy keeps his face facing forward lest Mr. Vespucci pulls out his wand and attacks his unprotected back. Mrs. Topsy floo's first then his daughter, and at last Mr. Topsy.

All long last when Mr. Topsy turns his back on Mr. Vespucci he cranes his ears for any sign of movement as he tosses the sparkling floo powder into the fireplace. ”Topsy-Turvey Manor,” Mr. Topsy said, before stepping into the green flames with infinite relief at not being attacked. Still, it was close, he could tell by the cold sweat drying on his back but considering the circ.u.mstances of that evening, he would take that any day.