Gunther got onto his scooter, riding as fast as he could. He was already late for his second part-time job, knowing too well that his boss was going to be furious.His hands paddled faster, his legs going round the clock in circles making his beating hard go even faster.A few moments ahead, he could already see the building just ahead of him and a sigh of relief escaped from his mouth but he knew for sure that it wasn't over yet.But before he could get to the gate of the building, a strange force pulled him off the road, making him stumble on the road.A slight groan of pain escaped from his mouth as he stood up, his scooter all in ruins.His eyes paired up, meeting with the hateful glares of one of his colleagues, sitting in his Corolla car as his car window wounded up, revealing the hateful glares on his lips"You punk. Have you gone blind or something?" Darius's words were like daggers flung in Gunther's direction."You were the one that came after me and should be the one apolo

"Why don't you do it already? It's not like you have any dignity." Ariel said with a mocking glare on her face.“You should do as you have been told already. You have a sick mother in the hospital as I stabled upon by mistakes.You wouldn't want her dying because of your crazy ego right?” She shot a deadly glare towards Gunther's direction.Gunther stared at them, his face all washed up with anger staring at the both of them.Even if he did as he was requested to, he knew Williams very well and he was so cunning. Thoughts ran through his head as he pushed the security officers away from himself.He walked gradually towards Williams staring right into his face."Don't worry. It's not going to taste like your junk feet." Williams added with a dark smile on his face but Gunther only snorted, spitting on his face."I would rather lick a dog's feet than lick yours." He responded swiftly.Williams could not believe the words that he just heard as his anger spiked. The security officer trie

His father held on tightly to him, hugging him tightly around his neck."But how were you able to find me?" He could not help it but Inquired.At the sound of the words, a slight sign escaped from the mouth of his father.A sight that proceeded a lot of suspense making the beating of his heart go much faster."I think you should sit now." His father gestured to the sofa that was lying just ahead of him.He walked gradually towards it and he sat."I'm not going to lie to you. I have always known that you are alive." He finally said.The words almost made his eyes bulge out from his eye sockets.Multiple thoughts ran through his mind. Thoughts of having a father that was at least comfortable but he had to beg on the street to leave."But why would you do such a thing? Did you hate me that much?" He inquired with tears in his eyes as he finally pulled away from his father."What could make you watch me leave in so much agony." He yelled.His father attempted to speak but Mr. Gerald Youn

Gunther's hands were clenched, surging swiftly towards her as he held tightly to her scrub."How dare you throw my mother away as though she is some piece of trash?" He fired under his breath.If there was anything to him. Be could take it but treating his mother who raised him as though she was nothing, was something that he could not bear.His hands were clenched with anger and his teeth gritted as he continued to stare right into her eyes.For the first time since they met, Jenifer was scared of Gunther as she never thought he could be this aggressive."Why am I even afraid? He is in the hospital and this place is more like my territory. There is absolutely nothing that he can do to me." She muttered under his breath with a frown.Jennifer pulled Gunther off from her body swiftly, bracing herself up."You can't do anything to me, Gunther. Or whatever it is that you are called. Go get your trash off from the corridor.""Call my mother trash again and I am going to make sure that yo

Jennifer, the nurse, couldn't believe what just happened. The doctor, Joy, was also taken aback but unfortunately faced a dilemma: should she stand by her bet and become a cleaner, or would she find another way out? Gunther stood anxiously by the door as the medical team carefully transferred his mother into the exclusive VVIP section. The room exuded an air of opulence, a stark contrast to the dilapidated state in which Gunther had found his mother. The medical professionals, now treating her with the utmost care, began their thorough examination. Dr. Joy, although conflicted, had a responsibility to her patient, and her professionalism overcame her internal struggles, pride and ego. She took the lead in coordinating the initial assessment, discussing the medical history with Gunther and gathering crucial information about his mother's condition. Gunther, still overwhelmed by the recent turn of events, couldn't help but feel a mix of hope and anxiety. His mother, frail and vuln