Olivia Silver is accused of the murder of her husband and strives to gain her freedom and clear her name. She meets Rafael Okonkwo, the extremely rich, handsome, arrogant, selfish young man who also happens to be one the best lawyers the world has e...
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Austin couldn't stand the yelling.
And he had become a lot more uncomfortable after he saw the staffs and musicians walk out of the dining room. He tapped his fingers nervously against the leather of his chair and looked up to find his mother who sat in front of him, reading her newspaper like it was the only important thing happening around her.
"Why are you staring at me, Austin?" She raised an eyebrow, her gaze still buried in the papers.
"Do you not hear them, mothe-"
"Hmm." She cut him off frowning. "So the Ijikanmi's really did sell oil illegally," she clicked her tongue, "and I thought they were responsible, what a pity." She shook her head, lowering her newspaper. "You were saying?" She lifted her glass of orange juice and took a sip from it.
"Mum-" Austin watched her in disbelief.
"Hold on a second." She raised her hand to silence him as she summoned one of the maids. "Replace this with a colder one from the freezer." She passed the glass of orange juice to her.
"Yes ma." The maid collected the glass from her and walked away.
"Mother." Austin called for her attention once again. He didn't care how demanding he sounded anymore. It was obvious he was the only one disturbed by what was going on in the room next to where they sat. "Mother, he is going to kill her at this rate if we don't do something about it." He told her. She sneered and turned as the maid entered with her new glass of orange juice .
"Thank you my dear." She collected the glass from her, a small smile playing on her lips. "Bisola right?" She asked the maid. The dark skinned girl nodded, her gaze buried to the ground. She couldn't dare look up, she was still in a lot of shock that the boss lady knew her name but Austin could believe it because unlike most people, he knew his mothers tribalism problem could not be underrated. "Such a beautiful young girl." She nodded. "Get back to work." She dismissed her. Austin scoffed.
"Mum, you can't just sit here and pretend you can't hear what's going on in there." He frowned as Victoria took a sip from her orange juice.
"I never said I can't hear it. I just don't see how it's any of my business, or yours. I don't know what you want me to do. It happens all the time. Don't worry about it, it would stop soon. They'd get over it and he'd cook her dinner again." She shrugged, picking up her newspaper once more. Austin stared at her with disgust. He didn't want to believe he'd heard her correctly.
"She wanted a husband, a rich one and she got one. How is what's going on in their marriage my problem?" She added, flipping through the pages of the newspaper. "There's so much going on in the business world nowadays, I mean, look at this." She said loudly enough for him to hear.
"Mother, I cannot believe those words came from you right now." He ran his fingers through his thick hair. She glared up at him from her newspaper, eyeing him warily.
