“Get off the road you moron! I’m not the one who is going to kill you, son of a biscuit!” The driver screamed and showed his middle finger at Tyler as he managed to swerve him to the other side. Tyler winced in amazement and fear as he realized he got close to death but overcame it. The young man drove away in his white Mercedes. Tyler roamed for more than an hour before he finally reached the hospital. He needed to see his mother but it scared him more of how he was going to break the news to her. How was she going to take it? How was he going to care for her and pay for her bills? “Stop!”the security stopped Tyler just as he was about entering the hospital“What is wrong?” He quizzed totally dumbfounded. The security personnel frowned. “You are not allowed in here anymore” the security man let out. “what gives you the right to say that to me?” Tyler read his name from his name tag on the right side of his breast. Soberness slowly creeped back to him. “The management has instruc

"Please place your finger here," one of Tyler's Grandma's guards instructed, gesturing towards a biometric scanner. Tyler glanced up at the guard, his eyes narrowed with a mix of skepticism and curiosity, his eyebrow arched inquisitively."Here," the guard clarified, pointing towards a sleek briefcase. Tyler turned his gaze back to his newfound grandmother, seeking reassurance. She nodded, her expression conveying a sense of affirmation, and her smile held a touch of uniqueness that resonated with him."I don't have time for this. I just want to go save my mother right now. Please!" Tyler pleaded, his voice filled with urgency, as he stood up from the couch, tears welling up in his eyes. "Just let me go.""Calm down, Ciccio," Lady Guila exhaled softly, rubbing her hands together. "Alright, if you are so determined to save Greta, I would advise you to wait and open the briefcase. I actually feel bad that because of my stiffness, I had to lose my son and his family. My heart aches whene

Tyler was still in awe, his mind consumed by the weight of Lady Guila's suggestion. As he contemplated her words, he couldn't help but notice the doctor's gaze fixed upon him, filled with doubt and uncertainty. His furrowed eyebrows and tightly pressed lips sculpted an expression of deep concern.Glancing back at Lady Guila, she responded with a calm shrug, accompanied by a gentle half-smile. Encouraged by her presence, Tyler approached the doctor, standing upright and peering directly into his eyes. Despite his efforts to conceal it, he could discern traces of fear within him, subtly betrayed through his guarded gaze.Summoning every ounce of courage within him, Tyler mustered the strength to utter, "I want to buy this hospital!" It was a declaration that resonated with the profound humanness he had never felt more strongly than on that very day.The doctor stumbled, his words trailing in uncertainty, as he nervously swallowed down his anxiety. "Ugggg.... What?" he stuttered, the wei

Tyler managed to break free from the grasp of one of the workers who had firmly held his wrist. With a determined stride, he led me into the manager's office, shutting the door behind him. Leaning his back against the door, he took heavy breaths, his eyes darting between the manager and his swivel chair. The manager, a bald-headed man, appeared both astonished and fearful upon witnessing Tyler's unexpected entrance."Please, who are you, and what are you doing in my office?" the manager asked abruptly, his voice trembling with fear. He anxiously adjusted his necktie, unable to hide his apprehension. Amidst the chaos outside, the deafening sound of banging on the door reverberated through the room, accompanied by the shrill screams of the growing crowd. The atmosphere was filled with commotion and brouhaha, as if the very fabric of order was teetering on the brink of collapse. Tyler, realizing the dire consequences that awaited him should the unruly mob manage to breach the office doo

"What do I want?" Tyler demanded firmly, fixing his gaze on the bank manager, his eyes chipping away at the man's composure. "I want to become a shareholder in this bank."Fast forward to the hospital room, where Tyler sat by his mother's side, lost in memories of his encounter with the bank manager. Against all odds, they had relented and granted him the opportunity to be a shareholder. It was an unexpected twist of fate that Tyler wasted no time seizing. The bank's decision-makers recognized his potential to positively influence their institution.With his mother's hand resting gently on his, Tyler still couldn't fully grasp the enormity of what he had achieved. A person who once struggled to have three square meals a day was now a shareholder in a bank. Tears of joy welled up in his eyes as he gazed at his unconscious mother. He tenderly caressed her hand, feeling a mixture of overwhelming emotions, and he let out a deep, heartfelt sigh.Clara's cruel words echoed in Tyler's mind o