Chapter Fifteen

Noah's Pov

I got out of my car, my bodyguard right behind me.

"Stay back, I prefer to do this alone." He nodded, returning into the car.

I walked to the front door, pressing the doorbell. It made no sound, the circuit worn out with age. My fist met the door with three rapid knocks, each one more urgent than the last.

The front door opened and the woman's scowl morphed into fear on seeing me. I smiled at her, offering a small wave. She tried to close the door but couldn't, my foot stopping her.

I entered the house forcefully. She took a flower vase out of one of the packing boxes, ready to throw at me in defense. There was nothing graceful in her features, her hair greasy and her face worn out with fatigue and old age. She wasn't as old as my mother but already looked years older.

"Drop the murder weapon Mrs Brookes. I just came to talk." I sat in the couch, crossing my legs over itself.

She didn't answer, instead tightened her grip on the vase, her knuckles turning white. I chuckled