The Marvelous Elijah’s Return

The Marvelous Elijah’s Return By Rever Chapter 152

I want Elijah and Peach dead The sound of the doorbell echoing through the house made everyone tense up, especially Peach because by now, they all knew that Elijah’s father was visiting. “Mama,” Peach whispered as Miss Grace reached for the doorknob, grabbing onto her mother’s arm. “Breathe, honey.” Miss Grace mumbled, twisting the doorknob, and then she pulled it open. Standing on the porch was a pure white-haired man with a casual dress shirt and jeans, and yet, he had this aura of importance, and his presence was commanding as he stared from beneath his glasses a sinile tugging on the corners of his lips.

Looking over at Peach, his smile widened, and he said cheerfully, “Let me guess, you are Peach?”

With a nod, she gave a nervous grin, saying, “Yes, sir. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Maxwell.”

His smile faded, and Peach remembered what Elijah said about his dad and him having this thing about his identity, and a sense of worry shot through her. “Ah… I feel guilty that it’s my fault my daughter-in-law is calling me, ‘Sir’… ” Mr. Maxwell looked apologetically, suddenly taking her hand in his gently. “All this must be overwhelming for you, right, child?… I am sorry for the confusion. Please forgive this old men for “It’s okay, Father-in-law… I am just glad that I can finally get to meet the man that I love’s father.” Peach chuckled, nervous by the sad look that had settled on his expression.

When Mr. Maxwell’s eyes locked with Miss Grace, he smiled, saying, “You must be my in-law, Grace?”

A grin broke out across her face as she nodded, and she stepped forward, offering her hand,” Yes. I am glad that Elijah finally opened up about his side of his family and to see you… Please, come in.”

The conversation was dragged into the mansion with Mr. Maxwell running his mouth, spitting out kind words, and the sound of laughter echoed through the house as stories of Elijah as a kid slipped into the conversation.

The living room was glowing with positive energy as Mr. Maxwell drew Peach and Miss Grace deep into his stories, and their genuine laugh only deepened the conversation making them lose track of time and their surroundings. “This is the longest I have seen him be so carefree, talkative, and lose from that cold aura that makes him feared so much in Bordoria.’ James thought, staring at his boss’s smile resting his eyes the entire time he talked.

After a while, it finally clicked to Peach, and she blurted out softly, “Oh, my God, Elijah! He doesn’t know you are here. I should take you to him because… the incident… Umm… He can’t put pressure on his body.”

Watching how the excitement in her eyes slowly shifted into pain as she talked about his son’s injury, Mr. Maxwell smiled, keeping it to himself that he texted Elijah when he was on the porch, and Elijah asked him to entertain Peach to give her that sense of security because she

was freaking out about meeting him.

“Can I show you the way?” Peach asked, giving a soft smile as she stood from the couch. Waking to his feet, Mr. Maxwell said, “Please lead the way, dear.”

A moment later, Peach and he reached a door, and she gently opened it, her eyes instantly meeting Elijah’s own as she walked in with Mr. Maxwell.

When Peach reached him, Elijah laced his fingers with her, kissing the back of her hand, and said, “Dad, meet my wife. Wife, this is my father, Romney Maxwell.”

“My daughter-in-law has the kindness eyes.” Mr. Maxwell complimented with sincerity in his voice.

Chuckling faintly, Elijah teased as he squeezed Peach’s hand, “That’s what she trapped me with…”

At first Peach was laughing, then she noticed Elijah gazing at her intensely, and she nervously darted her gaze away, thinking, ‘Come on. Don’t do that to me. Your dad is right here… I might have kind eyes, but yours is bewitching and seductive.!

After a light chit-chat between the three, Peach woke from the bed, excusing herself, “Since you will be staying more than a day in town, I should get a guest room ready for you.”

As she walked away, Mr. Maxwell gazed after her, saying, “Thank you, dear.”

Then he focused on his son, his expression hardening the moment he heard the door shut, and then he let out firmly, “I am going to kill them all!” 2

“Dad,” Elijah tried to reason with him. “You are not a killer or criminal. And I will be damned if I am the reason your reputation gets stained.”

“I have been scared to death two times in my entire life, and that’s when your mother was in labor, and recently, when I got the call that you were in the ICU.”

“I can understand the feeling that you would do anything to protect the one you love, but let’s keep our hands out of the filth yet.”

“Why are you keeping your hands out of the filth when they are shitting all on your name. I saw the news, Elijah. Do you know how hard it is for me to block all the crap these people are spreading on the media about you from entering Bordoria?”

“I am planning on fixing it.”

“How?!”

Silence fell between them, Elijah leaned against the pillow and said, “I made a call to Bryan Check

“Toby Checks grandson?” Mr. Maxwell interrupted, raising an eyebrow. “What does he want with you?”

“He has been helping me immensely here. Anyway, he’s organizing a press conference and Jerome is supposed to get me a wheelchair and wheelchair-accessible van so that I can attend. I have something in my possession that will prove my innocent.”

“Since that’s the case, you are not going to this conference.” Giving his father an are-you-really-serious look, Elijah sighed deeply and stated, “Why not?”

“If there is one thing I have learned from the emotion I felt, knowing you were in that hospital bed was that time is too short to play games with your loved ones, and son, I want to be a proud father to you no matter your faults, accomplishments, or failures. That’s why I will be the one to attend this conference.”

At three o’clock, the hall was quiet with reporters from every news platform because the allegations against Elijah were the liottest topic in the country.

The noise grew louder with each passing moment as reporters started second-guessing if Elijah would be brave enough to show his face.

Suddenly all the mumbling died down when Mr. Maxwell suddenly appeared on the platform, drawing the reporter’s attention immediately to him, confusion settling in the room.

Cameras immediately started going off and on with people shouting, and a reporter asked,” Mr. Maxwell, what are you doing in Syldavia?”

Then another one of them blurted out, “Meanly, what are you doing in this hall?”

“What is Bordoria’s biggest business tycoon doing in our humble country, at such a random event.” A journalist rushed in with a question.

Taking a seat behind the table, Mr. Maxwell’s eyes dark, his expression stony, and his voice clipped, he answered, “My only heir, Elijah Maxwell, the first, known to you all as Elijah Darius, wants me to present you all with a gift.” Suddenly, Matt, Rick, Jerome, and Larry started walking among the chairs, sharing a twenty four GB hard drive with all the reporters, and after they got done, the room was cold because every one of them was still in shock that Mr. Maxwell was Elijah’s biological father.

“Did you say Elijah Darius is your child?” A reporter asked, her eyes nervously lowering when Mr. Maxwell glared her way.

“I don’t think I stuttered…” Mr. Maxwell muttered, his tone low and dangerous. Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

The room was cold, as tension settled in the atmosphere, and fear drowned the reporters, causing them to carve in.

“I am giving all news platforms till eleven-fifty nine today to release news about the actual happens at Senator Butcher’s birthday party, or else, I am raging hell, and won’t stop until your companies crumbled to aslies for thinking you can bully my heir, and walk away unscathed,” Mr. Maxwell warned in a low voice that sent shivers down each of the reporter’s spines. “I am not a forgiving man, and I better see the trutlı out, or else tomorrow, I will strike the match and toss it in wasted gasoline and burn it all down. I hope my words are clear!” Darting her gaze away from the night sky tlirough her window, Melina sighed, drinking her hot cocoa as she glared at the newslady.

“Breaking news, Multibillion dollar business tycoon, Romney Maxwell of Bordoria, a man of wealth and high prestige just revealed the identity of his sole heir to our news team this morning in a heated Conference, and our crew was stunned to find out that Elijah Darius, is in fact, rightsully called, ‘Elijah Maxwell,’ the only child of the Maxwell family and a third generation multimillionaire.”

The mug froze to Melina’s lips as hier brows furrowed in doubt, not wanting to believe the words her ears liad heard.

“All this while, so many misconceptions of his identity have been circling… But, honestly, him being the only child of a multi-billionaire was far from our guest. However, it’s the truth. If you don’t believe us, here’s a recording of Mr. Maxwell confirming it with his own words.”

Pausing, Melina glared at Mr. Maxwell’s face on the screen as his voice echoed out the speakers, “My only heir, Elijah Maxwell, the first, known to you all as Elijah Darius, wants me to present you all with a gift.”

Suddenly, Melina threw the mug at the tv, causing the glass to explode, the ceramic shards flying everywhere as she screamed, “Peach, you bitch! You stole my life! You stole my fucking life!” :

“In other related news, According to the new video recording that has been made available, Elijah Maxwell was falsely accused by Jessica Astor, and it was a plot between Josh Hayes to frame the Maxwells’ sole heir of a such hideous crime as a way to destroy his marriage between him and his wife, Peach Hayes.” Dumbfounded, Madam Jewel just stared at the television screen, her mind blank.

“No wonder that bastard was always one step ahead of us!!” Dean screamed, tossing the TV remote aggressively on the table. “He’s a fucking multi-billionaire son!”

“This footage was captured by Elijah Maxwell of Jessica as he was getting harassed in the bathroom by her while playing the victim.”

“This doesn’t change a damn thing,” Madam Jewel finally mumbled. “Elijah being rich doesn’t change the fact that I want Elijah and Peach dead.”

“I thoughte you can’t kill her?” Martha mumbled in confusion.

Looking at her daughter-in-law, Madam Jewel sighed and said in a dead tone, “If someone goes missing and their body is never found, then technically, they can not be considered dead without any evidence… just like lawyer Meeks.”

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