Revenge

Chapter 50 Letter.

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I called Harry again and reached his voicemail. I recorded a message. "Harry pick up your fucking phone or I will have to put Elizabeth's gun back in her safe". I jumped backwards on the bed and wash of relief went through my spine. Im tired of sitting straight at Elizabeth's place and as result my back hurts now. My phone started ringing and I quickly got up and picked up the phone from nightstand and Harry was calling.

"Finally you decided to call" I said.

"I was in an urgent meeting and you won't stop calling. I checked your voice mail. Good job" his voices comes out tired.

"Harry Styles instead of appreciating me come here and take the gun away and do what you want to do with it" Im getting mad at him now.

"Don't worry. I'll come in the evening. Make me something special yourself instead of telling Nutshell"

"It will depend on my mood" I said

"Noo! Now I should get going. So much work to finish up till evening" he sighed in the phone.

"Good luck. Im going to take a nap. See you later" I hung up and went to take a nap.

After a nap of two hours I woke up and went to my closet to change into something confortable. I took out a pair of yellow t-shirt with 'Dont mess with the chef' and a pair of pajamas. I pulled my hair into a messy bun and walked downstairs to the kitchen where Nutshell was working. "Good evening Nutshell" I smiled. "Evening Ma'am" she replied. I opened one of the drawers and toke out a blue apron with 'Whip it Good' written on it. I wore the apron and began to work. At exactly 6:30 I finished making Alfredo pasta, hot wings, sandwiches, french fries, chocolate mouse. I told Nutshell to cover the food and I hurried upstairs and changed into a pair of jeans, black and white stripped shirt and brown boots. I walked downstairs and sat on the couch. Soon I heard the bell rang and I got up from the couch and walked towards the door hoping its Harry. I opened the door and Harry was standing there. "Good Evening. Come inside" I said and we both walked inside to the dinning table. Nutshell brang the food and Harry got more curious about who made it. "Eat it" I demanded. He got some of french fries and pasta on his plate. He doesn't like ketchup on the dinner table ever so I have to compromise and eat my fries with garlic sauce. He started eating and was still confused which annoyed me and finally  spit out. "I MADE IT! YOU CAN'T EVEN FIGURE THAT!" he just smirked and began to eat. He is making me mad. I saw Nutshell walking towards us with a envelop in her hand. "Ma'am this came for you" she politely spoke and handed the letter to me. I opened the envelope and there was a letter inside. I got curious and toke out the letter which i shouldn't had but i realised it after reading it.

Dear Brooke,

Sometimes people want to say many things but the time is less. You can't say all the things and you start from the least important not caring what if you won't be able to finish and the important ones would be left. But Brooke I knew I could never have plenty of time to start from the least and than go on to the most important ones. I decided to write this letter on the last days I had left...I only knew that  had less time when I couldn't do anything. This letter must seem pointless from the start but it will seem important once I start. I think its time to start.

Brooke Im your uncle which used to come at your house to meet your father (my mate)...I always knew that Smith is envolved with Elizabeth which isn't good for your nor him but he never listened. I knew he would end up in the island where there was nobody and die there. I always knew that Elizabeth would murder him or Mr Wills. I always wanted to take your custody after Smith's death but I never knew that I will loose all my property and end up with cancer. The court didn't gave me your custody because I had no money to fulfil your basic needs. Cancer killed me. Brooke I always wanted you to be away from all this but  know you are taking revenge! Best Luck.

Your Uncle,

Philipe.

He is a really nice guy. I can't believe he left this world. He left me a letter to tell me some things I didn't knew. He loved me. He took me as his own daughter. He never had any children. His wife died because of illness and he did took.

My eyes were now glossy and Harry was wondering what is written in the letter. I gulped some water and began to dig into the food. "Go on. It was from an employee" I covered up the scene and he believed ne easily cause he knew I wasn't in the mood to tell. My phone started ringing and it was Elizabeth. "Hello?" I spoke. "Hey Caroline. I wanted to tell you that I will go with you and Edward to Amsterdam" Great.

"That's great. We will leave in two weeks" I said and exchanged goodbyes before hunging up.