"Helper?" What do you mean by that?The second man asked, his eyes scrutinizing Declan where he stood."He will help you get better. He is the best doctor in the city and I'm sure he will be of great help to you two" Mandy said with a big smile. But to her dismay, the men didn't seem impressed. They had a rather hostile look on their faces."Did you understand what I just said?" Mandy asked with a blink trying to keep it cool. "We understood you well, ma'am. But we are not interested." The first man said, turning away.Mandy's smile fell. "But why? Don't you want to feel better and go back to your families?" Mandy asked with concern. What the man said had shocked her. The last time she visited them, they wanted to live so bad and had begged her to save their lives. Why the sudden change of heart? Did the maid do something to them?"What's the need of going back home when that deadly thing is still out there." The second man answered after a long drag of silence. "Yes. We saw the n

At William's residence, May sat in the living room and was working with her computer. "My princess. Have you thought about it?" Clara asked, coming out from the kitchen."Thought about what?" May asked looking up from her computer."Oh. It slipped my mind and I didn't mention it. I—uhm... Want you to help me discuss some business with Mandy.""What kind of business? We are already working out a project, what more do you want me to add to that?" "Good thing you asked me." Clara said, sitting down in a space beside May. " You see? I have been wondering if she could—make me in charge of a unit in the department store."May pushed away looking at her mom in bewilderment. " What do you mean by that?" Clara looked down on her hands. She had planned her speech earlier but hand suddenly grew nervous."I want to start working too, May. The weight on your shoulder is much and I no longer feel good about that."May leaned forward to Clara and touched Clara's neck and head with the back of her

John immediately fell to the ground in a loud wail. He cried gravely, spreading on the floor like a kid.Governor Clark looked at him for a moment not knowing what to do. But John continued to cry and he finally spoke."It's alright. Help him up." Governor Clark said to the guards and they dragged John up on his feet."It's alright. Stop crying." Governor Clark said, pushing out from his seat. John glared at his father with his swollen eyes. "I won't stop! You yelled at me!" John shouted. "I'm sorry I won't do that again." The Governor pleaded. He looked at his guards in embarrassment and hated that they witnessed what had just happened. He could see the shock on their faces. "What are you guys still doing here? Get lost at once!" Governor Clark yelled at the guards and they went away. He walked up to John and drew him closer into his arms cradling him to stop crying.The governor's mind trailed off, a worried look on his face. John's condition had gotten worse and it really

Declan carried out the rest of the treatment in silent. He mixed the herb with some others ingredients in a grinding bowl. When they turned to a green pury, he took them in a syringe and injected the men one after another. "This is all for today. I will be back in two days time." Declan said then bowed and left. Declan made another stop at the club house. He climbed down from his car same time Mike came out of the building. "Hey man. Good to see you!" Mike said cheerfully extending his hand to Declan for a handshake.But Declan walked pass him with a mean look that was surprising to Mike."Whoa!" Mike exclaimed, turning to watch Declan walk into the house. Looking around briskly to make sure no one else witnessed his embarrassment. Mike cleared his throat and adjusted his jacket before he walked in." That was unnecessary bro. What if one of my shawties saw that?" Mike said seemly offended."What I came for is very important and I don't want to spend longer than 5 minutes here."

Declan walked up to one of the thugs. The thug was still alive but in great pain, grabbing onto his head and belly.Declan used his leg to adjust the man and faced him up.“Who sent you here”“I uhm…. Ahh… plea—” The man started saying gibberish.“Answer me!” Declan growled and the man flinched. “I don’t know… our boss just gathered us and we— ahh!” The man howled, flinching at the pain that struck through his body. Declan’s leg was on his abdomen and he pressed him to the floor.“Do you have a death wish? huh? You have your last chance!” The man began to cough due to the pressure on his abdomen.“Alright sir, please don’t kill me—just check my— back pocket” The man stuttered and Declan narrowed his eyes.Declan did not check the man’s pocket; rather, he checked that of the dead thug laying at the head side of the man.Inside the dead man’s pocket was a crest with the Inscription “JK”. Without showing any expression, Declan put the crest in his back pocket. He lifted his leg fro