I want Elijah and Peach dead

The sound of the doorbell echoing through the house made everyone tense up, especially Peach because by now, they all knew that Elijah's father was visiting.

“Mama,” Peach whispered as Miss Grace reached for the doorknob, grabbing onto her mother's arm.

“Breathe, honey.” Miss Grace mumbled, twisting the doorknob, and then she pulled it open.

Standing on the porch was a pure white-haired man with a casual dress shirt and jeans, and yet, he had this aura of importance, and his presence was commanding as he stared from beneath his glasses a smile tugging on the corners of his lips.

Looking over at Peach, his smile widened, and he said cheerfully, “Let me guess, you are Peach?”

With a nod, she gave a nervous grin, saying, “Yes, sir. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Maxwell.”

His smile faded, and Peach remembered what Elijah said about his dad and him having this thing about his identity, and a sense of worry shot through her.

“Ah... I feel guilty that it's my fault my daughter-in-law is