They finally arrived in the rented place where Sarah Harding and her children live. It was just a small wooden house erected in a small lot surrounded by flowering plants.
Sir Nicholas inspected the area. The house was tiny with a big acacia tree growing in the corner - giving the house a nice shade. It was at least situated in a clean environment, in a sleepy neighborhood. He was feeling relieved a bit that his grandchildren didn't live in dirty surroundings.
Sarah Harding opened the door. "Please come inside," she told the guest.
Sir Nicholas went inside to check the house. It was clean but lacking with furniture. He settled himself on the wooden chair.
The boy Nicholas went to his grandfather's side.
Sir Nicholas picked up the boy and placed him on his lap.
Sarah put baby Nikka in a wooden crave.
"How many months you have not paid the rent?" Sir Nicholas asked.
"Two months, Sir," replied Sarah shyly.
