Once the cleaning was done, only one suitcase and a box of Christopher's things remained to be brought back to the villa. Even though he has a lot of things in this place, most of them are disposable.
I have also finished cleaning all footage that registered that man coming here. Even from cameras that are in other, closer buildings.
Then I gave Michael a call.
I had asked for it yesterday after breakfast, knowing that calling Kieran would be useless.
"Hi, I have some trash to be thrown."
"..."
He must be stupefied by my first words.
"And a garbage that needed to be cut up because it won't fit in the bag as it is. Then it can be finally thrown away."
I glanced at the frozen man in the living room.
"..."
"I need professionals for the cleanup of Christopher Kingsley's place. Everything should be burned without any trace."
"I understand," he finally replied before the call ended.
They really are cousins through and through. He speaks, but only a few words more than his boss.
I gave the penthouse one last look before walking out.
I bid the security guards goodbye, like any normal day, and left the building.
The next time I'd return to this place would be the day I'd finish getting back at those who caused Christopher's death.
...
By the time I got back to the villa, lunch had passed. I chose to eat outside before coming back.
I first decided to fix Amelia's things.
This time, I did not just take a look at the room but entered it.
Fixing their things wasn't difficult, since I'd only brought back a few items.
But sitting there felt so different. I just wanted to get out.
As I stayed there, memories started resurfacing.
-FLASHBACK-
"Wow, sister, you are so amazing at holding the gun. How did you do that? You're just 13, right?"
Amelia clapped after watching me do some shooting exercises.
She approached me as I removed my safety equipment. Something my mother and father adamantly told me to keep, even though I don't need it at all.
"Teach me too!!!" she kept hovering around me.
"You are just 8," I pushed her forehead with my finger.
"But you were 8 when you started learning," she complained.
I shook my head, "And grandfather almost had a heart attack upon seeing me shoot a gun. While our mother started beating father, who allowed me to hold the gun."
Though Father did put the safety on, I still watched them for a long time, so that I knew how to use it. Then, without warning, I pulled the trigger and aimed at the dummy.
I was able to hit the head on that first shot. I then looked at Father proudly, who lost all color in his face.
It was at that moment that Mother came out to call for us and saw me holding the gun while giggling proudly at my work.
When Grandfather heard of it, he couldn't help but clutch his chest.
They all told me not to touch any gun, but I just smiled at them, blinking my eyes innocently, and all they could do was reluctantly agree that I learn how to handle the gun.
Because they knew that I would find ways to get a hold of a gun without their knowledge. And that would become even more disastrous.
"But why did you get so curious about the gun back then? They said you did not care about it before," Amelia asked curiously.
I looked at the gun in my hands, "Sometimes there are necessary things to be done even though you have no interest in them before."
Amelia looked like she was thinking before she came up with an answer to whatever she was thinking about.
"Are you going to be like Father to Grandfather? You will be protecting Riven in the future?"
Her eyes twinkled at her conjecture.
She was sure that Riven would be the next heir of Kingsley Conglomerate.
I laughed before ruffling her hair, "Yes. But to all of you as well."
Her smile widened, "You will surely become the best shooter, and you will surely hit all our enemies in the head in one shot."
I flicked a finger on her forehead, "Don't go to the dark side. One in the family is more than enough."
"Huh?"
She looked at me, her eyes filled with confusion.
"Don't think about shooting them in the head. Just think that I will protect you from the bad guys."
She pouted, still confused about what I meant before nodding her head.
"Okay."
I chuckled, patting her on the head. I know she wouldn't understand what I mean.
But I want her to grow up without needing to think about how to kill the enemies, and she would only focus on what she wants to do.
-END OF FLASHBACK-
I knew this would happen, that's why I decided to fix their things on the same day.
These trips down memory lane aren't exactly what I wanted to do right now.
I would have loved to fix them with Riven's things as well, but I still haven't visited his place. The place he'd been for the past months after Father and Grandfather's death.
Most of his things are still in this villa, so I would probably spend less time fixing them.
I refocused my mind and arranged everything while also cleaning the dust that had accumulated.
A framed picture of her was also on the side table.
I looked at her smiling face, free and happy.
She was mischievous, but her smile was so bright, one would wonder if the brightest angel had descended.
Even strangers would find themselves smiling along with her
'Someday I will become a pharmaceutical scientist who can support Mother in all of her operations.'
I took a deep breath before walking towards the door. I will have to fix Christopher's things next.