Chapter 320
The Zade family had always been the talk of the town. Their every move revealed fatuousness, so out of touch with the rest of the world. The mother and son duo had stirred up countless trouble, and people were on the edge of their seats, waiting to see how their story would end.
When the news broke, it spread like wildfire across the internet. It was the kind of sensational story that took over the headlines and stayed there.
Miranda glanced at the comments section, which was buzzing with a mix of disbelief and relief.
“People like that are a menace to society. Better off this way.”
“Yeah, a family with such a criminal streak is terrifying. Good riddance, right? Who knows who they’d target next?”
“There’s always a reason behind a tragedy. Luna was oppressed by her husband and son all her life, and she finally snapped, sending her son to hell. But she walked herself into this mess.”
“Scary stuff. I’m so glad I moved away from their neighborhood. Imagine the property values plummeting!”
“Adam must’ve been some kind of bad seed. It takes a lot to twist a kid so badly.”
“The Zades and the Hawkes are either dead or behind bars. Anyone who gets involved with them is doomed.”
“Oh my God, I feel terrified for Miranda at the mere thought of it. Thank heavens she got out of the Zade family when she did.”
Miranda skimmed through a few more comments before turning off her phone screen. She had seen this coming for Luna and her son, but the way it all unfolded was more extreme than she had anticipated.
Adam’s personality had been apparent from a young age. He had indeed super–male syndrome, exhibiting antisocial and aggressive tendencies, and his parents only fueled it by spoiling him and feeding into his sense of superiority. He was treated like a king at home, free to do whatever he pleased.
No wonder he turned out the way he did. Some folks said he was so over–the–top obtuseness it was like he belonged in a movie, not in a real world, but the truth was, Adam was indeed brainless, his behavior a product of his upbringing. It was like the cause of a tree growing crooked was how it was tended, beside its own problematic strain.
Arabella wasn’t much different. The Hawke family had their own brand of dysfunction, showering her with the same kind of indulgence. It was no surprise that these siblings, bound by blood, ended up on similar paths.
In the end, the family stuck together, for better or worse. They faced their fate as a unit–whether it was death or prison, they did it collectively.
After tidying herself up and slipping the bracelet she’d removed for her shower back on, Miranda headed downstairs for some bites. The moment she stepped into the dining room, the mouthwatering aroma hit her. The table was set with dishes that looked like they’d been plucked from a gourmet magazine, each one tailored to her tastes. It seemed like Marion had really communicated her preferences to Bob.
As she took in her surroundings, she noticed how the villa had transformed in just a couple of days. It looked different, more refined, with tasteful decor and a touch of greenery that seemed to suit her perfectly.
Everything was arranged with an eye for style, not too much, just enough to add character.
