What?! I almost can't believe my ears. Richard had almost hit Elsie, and there was that piece about him causing Margallo to have a miscarriage when he was angry? How is that even possible? When had Margallo been pregnant? Just what is going on here? I can't handle any more of this mystery, so I know it's finally time to make my presence known. They sure have a lot of explaining to do.
"It's OK, it'll be alright. I have to admit that Richard does find it hard to maintain self-control when he's angry, and that's why he tries his best not to get angry easily. He used to be violent whenever he got angry when we were younger, but after a series of punishments from our father, he learned to control his temper because he knew he was going to become a leader someday. I honestly thought he had overcome it because he's been calm for a long time. I'm sure he didn't mean to raise his hand to you; I'm pretty sure it's just the pressure that Margallo has mounted on all of us.
Besides, he loves you, so he would never intentionally do anything to hurt you. His love for you will also be his limit and his self-control. You really don't have to be scared of Richard; you know him better than this…" Kayden paused when the corner of his eyes darted to the side, and he became aware of my presence.
Why did he stop talking? Why are they hiding this from me?
I had been deliberating whether to show myself or not, and that's why I've heard much more. I'm sure that if I had come out of my hiding place earlier, I might never have known that something was wrong.
I gave Kayden a knowing look as I stood and stared at him with my arms akimbo. I demanded an explanation from him with my eyes, but he only looked down and remained silent.
Elsie wiped her tears and quickly approached me. "Evelyn, you should be in bed. You have just given birth recently; you shouldn't be walking around and being made to face any stress. If you needed something, you could have asked Emily to bring it to you," Elsie said, trying to change the topic, but I'm definitely not letting this go. We're supposed to be family, so why are they treating me like a stranger? If she really considers me as family, then she should trust me enough to tell me about her problems instead of trying to hide them.
I remained unmoving and kept giving her the stink eye. She realized that I'd already heard a lot and I wasn't willing to let go of this until I got a proper explanation, so she sighed and finally opened up.