"What did you just say?" Madam Felicia asked. She looked like she was hearing strange things."He is the heir of the whole McArthur estate!" Maxwell snapped. He had some kind of irritation towards the old woman."Keep quiet and stop saying nonsense!" Madam Felicia snapped back at him. Sparks flew in the air between the two elderly people."It's the truth. If you want proof, I can get you one right now." Philip stated confidently."Even if that were to be true, how do you plan to convince us?" Johnson, Carla's father asked in a slightly trembling voice."That's pretty easy. I can just call the mayor, Lord Regis right now and he would verify my identity." Darius said with a cunning but confident smile. 'Why is he bringing the mayor into this?' They all shared the same thought and looked at Darius skeptically."Call him." Madam Felicia said with a straight face. She didn't show any signs of agitation or even try to act flustered."Alright." Darius nodded and picked out his phone called

After Darius had left the beautiful house of Carla's parents, the house remained silent for a while. They were still yet to get over their unpleasant surprise of Darius's real identity.An heavy atmosphere was in the room and they had even forgotten to see Darius off."What Darius said about Mr Philip and my daughter, can it be true?" Hannah asked in a tone of slight distress. It couldn't be helped, she was Carla's mother so it was natural for her to care about how her daughter was faring in the house of her new husband."...."No one was able to answer Hannah's question as they were all lost in thoughts. Johnson wanted to reply Hannah dismissively and tell her that what Darius said was very unlikely. But he looked at her face and saw how her eyes were quivering with emotion and the words hung in his mouth.They were a greedy bunch of parents truly. Johnson also cared for his daughter Carla, but it was almost unnoticeable. Most of the time, his greed and drive for money just took more

It took a while to convince Carla of the truth about Darius. But hearing it didn't bring any comfort or joy to Carla, it only brought her down to the pits of regret."I and your father are very sorry for what you may have suffered, Carla." Hannah began to apologize to her daughter for the past mistakes of what she and the rest of the family had made Carla do. "If only we had been a little bit patient with Darius." She said with sobs.Even with her body that was covered with bruises from all over, Carla pushed her mother away from her with a sudden vigour."Is that why you came here?" Carla spat in anger and her mother was shocked at the sudden outburst. Even her father was taken aback. "...to tell me that what I'm going through is all my fault and to brag about Darius's real status?!"It seemed really absurd to Carla. They had just suddenly come and seen how she was being treated and how much suffering she was going through and the only thing they saw fit to talk about was that Darius

The tension in the room was palpable as accusations hung heavily in the air. Carla's parents were no longer willing to remain silent witnesses to their daughter's suffering, and their anger radiated like a storm gathering momentum. The finely set dinner table, meant to be a facade of normalcy, now seemed like a stage for confrontation.Philip's initial facade of surprise gradually gave way to a smug smile. He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms as he studied Carla's parents with calculated amusement. "Maltreating Carla? Really, you think I'd do that?"Hannah's face twisted into a scowl as she glared at him. "We've heard enough, Philip. Darius told us everything."The mention of Darius's name seemed to send a shockwave through Philip. His once-confident demeanor faltered, replaced by an unsettling mix of frustration and apprehension. "Darius? What nonsense did he feed you?""He told us the truth," Johnson asserted, his voice trembling with fury. "That you've been causing her pa

"What is going on here?" Philip, who had just walked in, asked the secretary out of confusion.He had resumed to the office early that morning to discuss something with his father, but before he even entered the office, he heard his father screaming on top of his voice. And upon entering into the office, he saw the miserable state his father was in even as he was screaming and purple veins bulged on his forehead."I'm not sure sir.." The secretary who had been startled by Philip's sudden presence replied sincerely. She didn't know why he screamed; or did she? It seemed both of the things that happened were capable of making Mr Churchill to scream."What do you mean you're not sure?" Philip growled in annoyance and approached his father. "What happened?" He demanded from his father."Get out!" Mr Churchill yelled at Philip. He had stopped screaming and his head had become a mess of troubled thoughts. The last thing he wanted to do was engage in pointless chatter with his annoying son.