𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒃𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝑳𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 61

Harry's POV.

I glare back at Grace for a second. I can tell she doesn't want for me to open the door. She's so white I think she might faint any moment.

I want to tell her she will be fine no one will hurt her, that I'm here to protect her. But the truth is, that I'm sweating like a coward myself, not sure of what is waiting for us behind this wooden door.

I take a long breath and greets our guest.

I'm surprised as my eyes land on two figures waiting outside. Their bodies wrapped around expensive coats. One stands proud and with her chin up in contrast with her sweet expression; the other has his head down, feeling so little and ashamed.

'' Good evening, Harry,'' Mrs. Fitzgerald says squeezing herself into the fur coat she's wearing, her gloves hands travel on the material sure and strong. She seems the classic woman who has everything under control, kind of funny because it reminds me of Grace a lot.

'' Can we come in?'' she politely inquires and I move away so they both can step inside, my eyes never leaving the man once.

I hear Grace gasping as she stands on her feet and stares at them astonished.

We sure didn't expect the Fitzgerald to show up.

I walk past them and help Grace sit down, taking her hand and gripping it tightly. Just for her to know everything is fine, I'm right here ready to die for her.

'' Isn't Damien here?'' Mrs. Fitzgerald asks and I shake my head since Grace can't seem to even open her mouth. Her eyes are fixed on Scott; she's scared to death he's here to play some of his trick again.

'' He's... out for a walk'' I lie and Grace bites her bottom lip nervous.

'' Well, I guess we will discuss this out and perhaps Grace will report it to him'' Grace's head snaps up as she hears her name but still keeps her mouth shut.

'' I came here because someone owns you his apologizes and because you deserve an explanation. I didn't quite like hearing all the bad stuff he has done to you, so I figured it will be nice for my husband to come here and make amends. At least it will save that bit of soul that is left in him. God only knows how though his punishment will be once he will answer to God for what he had the courage to invent with his sick mind'' Mrs. Fitzgerald lifts her nose up like she's disgusted by her own husband and takes a sit right in front of us.

Scott stands still, his eyes on the ground. Never in my life I thought I could have seen him acting so scared and... little. As he's even afraid of saying one word.

'' I beg your pardon for this mess Grace,'' Mrs. Fitzgerald starts '' I knew he was up to something, I knew you didn't love that piece of garbage of a McAllister, but I thought you wanted to try and be one of us. I thought you wanted to try hard and impress us. It's common in our family so I didn't ask. Mary Kate knew it, she knew it you weren't ready and tried to warn me but I just... I guess I love too much my Old Fitz too care and listening to people when they say bad things about him. However, when Damien spited it out right into my face, I couldn't have ignored it anymore. '' she tightens the grip around her purse and her dark eyes stare at her hands for a second before recomposing herself and clearing her throat.