Knowing The Culprit

EVO

"That's Uncle Mikel."

All eyes were suddenly fixed upon me. Silence enveloped the room, a palpable tension hanging in the air. It was not a mere moment of astonishment that rendered them speechless but rather the weight of my words that held them captive. I exhaled softly, averting my gaze from the captivating screen of Sir Eduard's phone. As we returned to the comforts of our abode, my mind was consumed by the enigmatic departure of dear Uncle Mikel.

"Yes, you are right, I do remember that car. It belongs to Uncle Tom." Migs uttered the words, slipping from his lips with a hint of hesitation. "It's your father's car."

"Why did you say that Mikel Evangelista was that man?" asked Sir Eduard. "Unlike your stalker, the car is not a motorcycle."

My gaze briefly alighted upon Sir Eduard. "When we returned from our trip earlier, Uncle Mikel left in Dad's car immediately."

"What's he doing in my house?" Bella asked. "He thought maybe I was still there, so he went there."