Hillary strolled into the Beau's villa later in the evening. She was directed to the garden where grandfather Beau was waiting for her.
Grandfather Beau lifted his head up when he heard her heels clicking against the marbled floor of the gazebo.
"Good evening Father" Hillary greeted with a smile.That smile she had longed practiced and had always looked unnatural. She was not fond of this old fox and one could same for grandfather Beau. He had never liked this woman. He wondered what his son had seen in her, that had led him into marrying such a woman. And this has resulted to his son's untimely death.
"Speak" Grandfather Beau said nonchalantly as he signalled his butler to pour a cup of tea for them. He most certainly knew her reason for visiting. Hillary hesistated to speak when she observed grandfather's butler was still standing there.
Grandfather Beau glanced at her when he didn't hear her voice, he slowly followed her gaze which stayed on his butler.
