Everyone was familiar with Margaret’s irrational, nearly obsessive love for her son. They also knew that the minute she set her eyes on Dickson, she would start screaming and making unfounded accusations.
She would not stop at that but probably call the police and name names of those that she thought were responsible for Dickson’s death.
"What do we do?" grandma Saxon asked her husband. "Should we call someone?"
"Like who?" Rufus asked his wife. "Let me think, for a while."
They all turned and watched Margaret who was taking her time to approach the scene. In her bright red bathrobe and a shawl around her shoulders, it seemed like she had just been woken up as well. From the nonchalant expression on her face, she obviously did not know about what was going on.
"What is with all this commotion this morning?" She pulled the shawl snugly around her frame. She yawned tiredly as she had barely got a wink of sleep because Dickson had stormed out of the tower without telling her where he was going.
Margaret had only managed to get an hour of sleep before she was woken up by the scream. Initially, she planned to stay in bed but the alarms and all the servants running around had made her curious.
As people made way for her she gave them a bored and irritated look, she was still angry about the results of the previous night. As she came closer to the front of the crowd, her had was grabbed by someone.
"He is dead." Asha Saxon croaked to Margaret. She chocked back tears of understanding. Having lost a daughter once, she knew that Margaret was in for a grief filled ride.
Even though Dickson was a bastard, he had been a member of the family before the banishment. They had watched him grow from a baby to a grown man. How could his death not pain some people in the family?
With a dismissive wave, Margaret shrugged Asha’s hand away with a look of disgust on her face. "Whoever died I do not care, you people deserve whatever bad karma comes to you after you kicked out my son like he was some ordinary person and threw me out to live with servants."
Ramon paved the way through the tiny crowd at the front for Rufus to drive his wheel chair through. He only stopped when he came to be just a few steps away from Margaret.
"Maggie listen...." Rufus started slowly.
Margaret twisted her face and raised her hand to stop him from speaking. "Listen old man, my respect for you vanished yesterday after you banished my son, a Saxon like you. You have nothing to say to me, I do not want to hear it. As far as I am concerned, you are all dead to me and I am dead to you." She spun around to walk away.
Margaret saw no need to be around the people that had betrayed her and her son. Whatever had happened, it was none of her business. Rather than waste her time with them in the gardens, it was better to try Dickson’s phone again and see if she could reach him.
Her attitude made everyone unhappy and even those that were feeling sorry for her had a change of heart. As cruel as it was, she deserved whatever pain was coming her way.
"Dickson is dead." Robert blurted out. His voice came from the back of the crowd and it was cold as he cared less about how he delivered the news after all Margaret did not care if it was one of them.
In response to his words, Margaret let out a guffaw. It was loud and laced with scorn. "You would like that very much now, wouldn’t you? I hate to disappoint you Robert but my son will live a long prosperous life. He will be successful, more than every fucking Saxon here. I for one cannot wait for the day when he makes you all regret for the decision that you made yesterday." She cast Robert with a piercing gaze. "You will all bow at our feet you traitors and we will make you bark like dogs and lick our feet."
"Wow!!" Someone slowly exclaimed.
The traitors or Saxon’s were speechless, now they were glad that Dickson was dead.
Grandpa Saxon let out a soft sigh. "Margaret, I hate to disappoint you too but that body lying on the grass belongs to your son. So, unless it’s his dead twin brother, then it is none other than Dickson." Grandpa Saxon pointed at the body which Polly had covered using his black coat.
Margaret thought that it was a joke but when she looked around, nobody was smiling. The sarcastic smile on her face fell quickly, her breathe hitched in her throat.
She knew that Rufus Saxon would not claim that Dickson was dead if he truly wasn’t. Dread crawled her skin with every step she took that led her closer to the body.
First, her eyes landed on the shoes in the grass which she identified to be Dickson’s. She began to quiver uncontrollably, the shawl fell to the ground as she let go of it in a hurry to remove the coat that was covered the body.
As soon as she drew it back, and saw Dickson’s blood stained body, Margaret let out an ear piercing cry louder than that of a newly spawned phoenix. As She shook the body and called out Dickson’s name over and over in the bid to wake him up but it was useless.
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"We should give her some privacy." Grandpa Saxon suggested, some rolled their eyes while others were saddened by the sight of a mother crying over her second dead son.
They returned to the house or kept a large distance , waiting to see how the death was going to be handled.
Margaret cried for over thirty minutes and then she took out her phone and called someone. "Master, you have to help me, they have killed my son. You said that would protect him and lead him to the top of the Saxon group but Dickson is dead. This is not what you promised me, you have to get justice for me."
She sniveled and listened to the voice on the other end of the phone for a while before hanging up. Nobody had the phone call so they were not aware that they had an enemy reaching his hands into their family affairs.
Suddenly Margaret gently placed her son’s body on the grass, wiped her tears and walked up to the majority that were still outside in the gardens, gathered in a group.
"Among you is the person or people that killed my son." She declared confidently, and started pointing fingers, "You Rufus, you promised to kill him today if he showed up on tower grounds. It could be the security guards that killed him on your orders or Phillip and Acacia, you both made it clear that you wanted him dead.
Everyone here that wants to be the next president of the group and your parents that want it for you even though only my son was deserving of it." She turned and found David. "And you David and that witch of a girlfriend and her nasty family. One of you killed my baby and I am not going to rest until I get justice." She spat at Rufus’ feet.