Chapter 495 - Four Hundred And Ninety-five: A Lovetrip To Lincolnshire (1/2)

The third point of view:

”Son?” George was shocked out of his mind when he woke up to his son on his bed. How was that possible? He died. He buried him.

”Father,” his son said.

”No, no, no,” He shook his head stubbornly as if he wanted to jerk the image of him away, ”This is just a dream,”

”Father, it's me,” His son reached out and touched him.

George felt him. He was real.

”Oh my God,” He gasped and cupped his son's face with his palm, tears streaming down his face.

”I'm so sorry,” He cried, ”It's all my fault. I should have been more careful. It was as a result of my carelessness,” George cried, holding onto him tightly as if he would vanish if he dared let go.

”Where's Julie?”

The tears came to a sudden stop, George stiffened and he slowly let go of his son. However, when he glanced up at him, his son's expression was frozen.

His son's gaze was cold and empty, his face was rid of all feelings. George felt goosebumps climb his arm, he couldn't help but wonder if this was still his son - because it didn't feel like him anymore.

”J-Julie,” He choked, ”What about Julie?”

”I can't find him,” His voice became colder, the temperature in the room dropped.

”Of course, Julie is…” George stiffened, realizing that the kid was on the run. But then, his dead son doesn't have to know about that. He laughed nervously, ”Of course, Julie is -”

”I trusted you,” His son whispered, leaning closer with a menacing tone. The hairs on his back stood on edge, his son was becoming frightening.

”I tried my best,” George told him, his eyes widening with a trace of fear as his son hovered over him with a chilling smile that could only be found on the face of a psychopath.

”Your best wasn't enough,” he said, his hands closing around George's neck as he began to choke him.

”I'm sorry for everything,” George was plunged with guilt so great he didn't even bother to stop his son from strangling him. It was all his fault. He deserved to die.

”Come and join me!” a merciless smirk curved his mouth and his grip around George's throat tightened.

”No!!!!!!!”

George was startled awake from his sleep, his heart pounding loudly in his chest. He instantly felt around his neck, coming up with nothing and that was when he realized he had a nightmare less than five minutes after he dozed off.

The old man hadn't been able to sleep well last night considering the fact his grandson was not home. He kept turning and tossing all night to the early mornings. Left with no choice, George decided to come into his office and work when he dozed off and experienced that horrifying nightmare.

But no matter how frightening the dream was, George still thought over it. Could it be that his late son was angry over Julie's disappearance? Had he unintentionally angered the dead? Was this a sign? George was conflicted.

But then, he had to get Julie back. George was not a believer in superstition or occult, however, the dream had shaken him to the core and he had to do something about it.

With a deep sigh, he picked up his phone. Although it hurt his pride, this was something he had to do to be at peace. Everything he ever did was for his grandson to have the best life - even when he wouldn't be around anymore. George wanted the best for Julie so he would be able to face his late son and daughter-in-law proudly in the afterlife.

So he went to his contact list and unblocked Eden - yeah, that was how deep their animosity ran - and was just about to place a call to his enemy when his phone rang. Shockingly, it was his Eden, his enemy calling.

George was tempted to ignore that rude man's call - he was older than Eden and yet Eden could not respect him as an elder - but that would seem childish.

”Hello,” He picked at last.

”Hello. We need to talk,”