Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Besides, he had promised not to turn her on no matter what.
Sierra was more apprehensive about the Garretts, a shrewd bunch. They could easily connect the dots, suspecting her of
manipulating Brady and demanding answers from the Fowlers.
Just as Rita poised to speak, a commotion erupted downstairs.
Sierra rushed to the window, spotting a sleek black car pulling up to the Fowler estate. Exiting from the back seat was none other
than Brady’s uncle.
As Brady’s uncle inadvertently scanned the second floor, Sierra, her complexion drained of color, pulled Rita close, urgently
whispering, “Someone from the Garrett clan is on their way up! You’ve got to protect me! My parents passed away early, and
you’re all I have!”
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Sierra’s parents had met a tragic end in a car crash. At that time, they had just arrived in Violetholt, utilizing the car often driven
by Rita.
Originally, Rita was supposed to accompany them, but fate intervened.
Rita insisted Sierra’s parents leave first, unknowingly putting Sierra’s parents into a fatal accident that claimed even the driver’s
life.
Back then, upon arriving in Violetholt, Sierra’s parents had emphasized the importance of pleasing Rita to Sierra. So, against the
odds, Sierra stuck with Rita, steering clear of the impending disaster.

Following that, Sierra clung to Rita, their bond forged over numerous years evolving into a deep, almost maternal connection.
The idea of letting Sierra face the impending questioning alone was inconceivable.
Although Horace treated Rita kindly, his demeanor toward Sierra lacked warmth. Rita harbored a belief that if the Garretts
pressed for it, Horace would readily let Sierra face the music.
After a thoughtful pause, Rita assured, “Sierra, don’t worry.”
She then strolled to the other side of the room, opening a cabinet and retrieving a stack of cash. Handing it to Sierra, Rita
advised, “Take this. Head to another city and unwind a bit. I’ll handle it for you. Come back once this blows over. Slip out through
the back door.”
Grateful, Sierra responded, “Thank you. You’re incredibly kind.”
The money in her grasp stirred a profound gratitude within Sierra.
“Go on, move along.”
“Alright.”
Sierra cast a fleeting glance at Rita before discreetly exiting the room, clutching the money. Sierra slipped away from the Fowler
abode through the inconspicuous back door.
Meanwhile, the housekeeper ushered Brady’s uncle, Fulton, into the living room and ascended the stairs to summon Horace.
“Ah, Fulton! What brings you here?” Horace greeted, flashing a genial smile as he settled into a seat opposite Fulton.

A diligent servant promptly served them tea.
Fulton sighed, his smile bittersweet.
“It’s all about Brady. He’s been stirring up trouble, leaving my brother and sister-in-law in knots.”
Getting straight to the point with Horace, Fulton delved into Brady’s misdeeds, attributing them to Sierra’s influence.