Chapter 509 - Five Hundred And Nine: The Same Mistake I Made (1/2)

The third point of view:

The drive to Niklaus' place was silent and strained. No one said a word nor did Niklaus find any other unnecessary fault with Pedro after Isabella's outburst.

Everyone minded their business until Anabelle, who was leaning against the window, noticed for the third time as a police car zoomed past them, ”That's weird, another police car just passed us at high speed. Do you think something happened?”

Everyone shook their head at Anabelle's brainlessness. How could she not figure out what's going on?

As usual, Julie choose to answer her when everyone else remained dumb, ”That's your father's handwork,”

”My father's handwork?” Anabelle frowned, ”Why would my father send....oh,” It finally clicked in her head. Guess, she wasn't that dumb after all.

”Uncle Eden must have figured out our location and sent them to capture us,” Pedro explained, trying hard not to catch Niklaus' gaze in the rear view mirror. Yes, he looked relaxed but his mind was far from the word, ”calm”. However, Pedro had his plans, he would sort this out with Niklaus once and for all.

”But why send the police? Isn't that too mean? He makes us look like criminals!” Anabelle could not believe it. She never thought her father was that insensitive.

Eden was a kind, loving, tender man and father, who would never hurt her or anyone precious to her. Or had she been living under a false illusion all this while?

”Your father loves you,” Isabella assured her as if she had read her mind and seen her insecurity, ”He's just being overprotective of his daughter. However, parents don't understand they also hurt their kids in the process of keeping them safe,”

For some reason, Anabelle couldn't help but feel that those words were somehow being alluded to something, or rather someone... Her gaze found her uncle Niklaus who drove ahead with an expressionless face.

Anabelle sighed, it seemed every family had its problems. Isabella might be smart but her social skills were highly lacking and she had communication problems. Seeing this in a new light, Anabelle realized she might be more blessed than she thought. Isabella was right, she should give herself more credit.

By the time they arrived at Niklaus' residence, it was eleven and quite late in the night. But Anabelle was happier because that meant the triple trouble was fast asleep.

Anabelle loved and wished for more siblings but she was not a huge fan of the triple trouble. Each time she came here, the kids, especially Allen, would always find a way of pranking her. To make it worse, they were all smarter than her - smartness runs in their genes - the oppression was too much.

”Go to bed. Isabella would show you the rooms,” Niklaus ordered, preparing to retreat for the night when Julie asked.

”May I share a room with my girlfriend, Anabelle?”

”No, you may not,” Niklaus replied immediately, glaring at him as he said, ”Remain pure till marriage, until then, you'd be sharing a room with Pedro,”

At that comment, Isabella gave her father the look. Remain pure, her butt! He got her mom pregnant with her at age sixteen for crying out loud.

”A-hem,” Niklaus cleared his throat awkwardly after his daughter subtly called him out on his comment with her glare.

”You should all go to bed,” He said and turned to leave.

”Sir Niklaus, can I speak to you,” Pedro said to everyone's surprise.

What has gotten into him? Wasn't he the one being grilled by Niklaus in the car? Why would he want to see him? Unless he was a sucker for pain.