Chapter 205: Knock knock, the siblings are here
Richard, nervous about what he was going to find when he showed up at the hotel, had paused to recruit someone to help him.
His sister.
Rose, despite being the oldest, was the most dramatic when it came to offering assistance. While she had always helped when asked, she did always make a big fuss of it. It was why Richard, and Andrew, didn’t ask her for help often during their childhood.
Neither of them had wanted to put up with her theatrics.
However, this was not like their childhood, and Richard didn’t want to turn to his parents in fear that what they found in the hotel room was truly, terribly, not good. He wasn’t expecting to find a body. Dear god, that would be the worst thing he could even imagine, but hearing the despair in Maxwell’s voice had dug up a memory from around the time that Andrew’s Mom had passed.
Andrew, at a party, smiling and laughing while he had a drink in his hand. But Richard saw the way he looked at the liquor bottles nearby. He also remembered that that was one of the few parties that Andrew had attended where he hadn’t told Richard he was going, but both had ended up at the same party.
Andrew had been surprised to see him there, and Richard was surprised to see how...wasted he had already been by the time that he got there, but the people around him had not been surprised. Andrew’s admittance that he had done things in England, also brought these thoughts to the forefront of his mind as he rode the elevator up to the room number Maxwell had said with Rose by his side.
She was on the phone, dealing with some last minute business. She had joked, and complained at first when he’d called her in the middle of the workday, but when he told her that he hadn’t spoken to Andrew for two days, and things seemed to not be going well between him and Maxwell, she had stopped joking entirely.
She hung up the phone, the elevator still moving. Her heels tapped the tile in the elevator, her arms crossing as she waited. The blazer she wore was in sharp contrast to the rumbled, flustered state that Richard was in.
"Do you think he fled again?" Rose asked. It was a fair question. He, as far as they knew, now had unlimited money. Andrew could go anywhere, thanks to his Mom. Richard just hoped that wasn’t the case. He fiddled with his fingers, glancing around as the numbers kept going higher and higher. God, what kind of room did Andrew get?
"I hope not." Richard replied. Rose grunted, her gaze also watching the numbers go up until a ding resounded inside the small space, and the box came to a halt. The doors opened, and both Rose and Richard left at the same time. Checking what direction the room was in, Rose took the lead, something that Richard was grateful for. He was already nervous as it was, and she was known as the aggressor in their family. After their Mom, of course.