The Love From Vengeance (Ariel and Luke) novel Chapter 231

231: BOOK PROBLEMS 

ARIEL’S POV 

Laura and I stood still as her question hung in the air. After moments of silence, I decided to vocalize the whole thing to her, from the text message I received at the party, to where we had gone, to the scene at the hospital, to the restaurant; it had actually been an exhausting night. 

“No wonder I didn’t see you at the party. I was searching everywhere for you, and I thought maybe you had gone home. But when I arrived here, I didn’t see you,” Laura brought out to me. 

“Well, that’s just it. That’s what happened. And I’m really thankful for what Luke and Andre did.” 

“You’re thankful for Luke?” Laura gave me a disapproving look. “Are you being for real right now? He killed your son?” 

“No, he didn’t.” 

“Don’t tell me that man has brainwashed you or something.” 

“Honestly, he didn’t. He told me everything.” 

“So if he didn’t kill Lukel, who did?” 

“Mason,” I answered incontinently. “Luke told me that Mason confessed the whole thing.” 

“And you just believed him?” 

“Janice told me as well. She said Mason brought everything.” 

“So what are you going to do now? Go back to Luke?” 

I shrugged. “I don’t know, but he’s not the one who killed my son. He even risked his life to save Janice from Mason. You can’t be mad at him for that.” 

Before Laura could respond, Janice came skipping towards us with the maids following behind her, carrying trays of chocolates and other treats. 

“Look, Mommy! The maids set up a special table for us!” Janice ran to me as her eyes sparkled with excitement. 

“Aww, that’s nice. Hope you’re having a good time.” 

“Oh yes, I’m having a good time!” Janice answered loudly. “Let’s go get more chocolate.” She ran away. 

“Janice, wait!” The maids called her, moving after her. 

I couldn’t help but laugh. After that, my eyes caught Laura, who was not looking too happy. 

“Anything wrong?” I asked her, “Janice is finally back in my life. You wanted that, too, right? You should be happy.” 

“I am happy,” she responded, suspiring, shaking her head. “I just don’t know what to say right now. I’ll be in my room if you’re looking for me.” She walked away after that. 

Like seriously, what the fuck just happened? 

LUKE’S POV 

I woke up early this morning feeling refreshed and energized. I decided to take a bath before anyone else in the house woke up. As I made my way downstairs, I could hear the sound of little voices coming from the living room. 

I smiled to myself, knowing that it was Randy and Ethan. They were always up early, full of energy, and ready to start the day. I walked into the living room and saw them sitting on the couch, both engrossed in a heated argument. 

“Justin Bieber is the best singer in the world!” Ethan exclaimed, his voice filled with conviction. 

“No way, Shawn Mendes is way better!” Randy retorted, his face scrunched up in determination. 

I couldn’t help but chuckle at their argument. They always seemed to have a new debate every day. I walked over to them and sat down on the couch. 

“What’s going on here?” I asked, trying to contain my laughter. 

The boys turned to me, and their faces were serious m. 

“We’re arguing about who’s the best singer between Justin Bieber and Shawn Mendes,” Randy answered, with his eyes narrowing in concentration. 

I couldn’t help but smile at their innocence. “You know, both Justin Bieber and Shawn Mendes are great singers. There’s no need for arguments.” 

Ethan shook his head. “No way, Justin Bieber has the greatest voice. He can hit all the high notes perfectly.” 

Randy crossed his arms, and there was a stubborn look on his face. “Shawn Mendes has the greatest voice, and he can sing and play multiple instruments at 

the same time.” 

I was about to interject and settle their argument, but Marcus walked into the living room. 

“Sir, there’s someone here to see you,” he said. 

“Who’s that?” I quizzed him. 

“Hmm, let’s just say a mad granny.” 

“A mad granny?” I made a puzzled face. “Who the hell is that?” 

I stood up and followed Marcus outside to the front gate. And I was surprised with who I saw; it was my great–aunt, my grandfather’s younger sister. Liliana was her name. And my grandfather was fifteen years older than her. 

She was short and chubby, with an undeniably round face. Her short blonde hair and her brows were what caught people’s attention. They were thick, almost furrowed, giving off the impression that she was constantly infuriated. Despite her stature and roundness, a fire in her eyes showed she was not one to be underestimated. Cause she was just like my grandfather, or even worse than him. It had been a long time since we last saw each other, and I had no idea the woman was still alive. No wonder Marcus said it was a mad granny. 

“Luke my boy, seeing you again is such a nice thing.” 

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ARIEL’S POV