But it made me wonder why of all the days they could visit New York City, could have been on the days when I was faced with issues and problems. Why? Is there any agenda for this unexpected visit? Did they have me followed behind my back? As far as I can remember, Dad didn't like his brothers and sisters. That's why he settled in New York instead of in Europe. In the middle of my journey to the airport, Celestine's image suddenly popped out of my brain. She was the main reason I depleted my body from boxing and wrestling with my bodyguards last night instead of playing ball games. They suggested doing boxing and wrestling if I wanted to have a perfect distraction. So, I followed their piece of advice since they all agreed in unison. It was already a quarter before dawn when I got back to my condo unit. I was supposed to visit her today since her entire family is busy during the daytime, but Dad's call was more crucial. Five minutes later, I stood near the arrivals gate anxiously sc

It did not even bother me when I just realized that my feet were wearing one shoe as I hurried toward the operating room where Celestine was admitted. Luckily, the hallways near the operating room were already empty. None of the Lincolns stayed late, giving me enough view of her body lying on the bed from the glass window. The sight of her was nothing but awful. I stood silently in front of the glass window, watching her still figure connected to an array of tubes and wires. There was once in my life when I experienced the same thing - that night after they kicked me out of the mansion. With those wires and tubes attached to my body, I could barely imagine how Celestine unconsciously battled for her life to save the baby in her womb. "Celestine... Babe," I softly breathed out her name and our old endearment. "Please, stay strong for our baby, Noah. He still needs you as his mother, remember? Besides, I still have a lot of things to confess to you." My heart

"What is that bastard doing here? I thought he was forbidden to step anywhere into the building! What's going on, Mr. Chairman?" I blurted, my deadening stares fixed at Dad. "Watch your mouth, Mr. Llamas!" Mr. Cedrick growled back while pointing a finger at me which surprised my cousins. They exchanged intrigued glances with each other. Lucas lifted the tip of his shoulders when Mark Joseph fixed his eyes on him. "Know your place." he added, "You're just a mere employee in our company who we can fire any time." "Of course, I am just a mere employee to you, Mr. Cedrick!" Clenching my fist, I hissed frantically, "But for the record, I am also the chairman's son and only heir of his empire unless he is going to give up his reign and let my cousins inherit everything he built for the past sixty years." "What?" Cedrick and his father blurted in unison. "Did you just claim again that you are the Young Master even if we already saw and met him at the family dinner?" Mr. C

So I forced myself to close my eyes. The time was already ten minutes past dawn when I last checked on my phone screen, yet my mind still wandering everywhere. And I believe I couldn't sleep if I did nothing. I hopped out of bed and went to the dining area to check if I still had a few canned beers left in the fridge. However, I just realized that the fridge was already empty, so I went outside to buy some. The time was already 12:10 am when I glanced at the clock on the wall of my condo's living room. Despite the late hour, I was desperate to fill my bothered mind with alcohol for me to be able to sleep for the remaining hours before the next sunrise. As I stepped out of the chilly night, the road that I took seemed deserted, with only the dim glow of the streetlamps illuminating the deserted sidewalks. I could barely see anyone wandering anywhere. The silence outside the building was too deafening. I decided to walk instead of riding a car because the nearest

As soon as we reached the office, I did not waste a minute of my time and introduced Chris to the team as the Vice President of my little company. "Another thing, Mr. Fisher," Jennie said. "I got an email from your Dad that your family has been awarded this year as "The Most Perfect Family" by the city. He asked me to clear your schedule tomorrow morning for the photo shoot and interview, which will be aired on all social media stations. I haven't confirmed it yet because I need to ask your side about it." "What else to think about it?" Chris replied on my behalf. "Taking the interview will give a good image, not just to the Fisher Group and Companies, but for Zachary, himself as a business owner. It's a good addition to his profile." I haven't thought about boosting my profile or increasing my number of followers, but Chris had a point, especially when I was playing games with my cousins. Dad assigned all my cousins to prove that I was his useless son. If I failed, it