The next day, Leon strolled out of the penthouse suite that Steve had given him for the night. He awoke to a complimentary breakfast that was the best thing he'd tasted in a long time. The night had been a peaceful one and he was glad to catch up on all the lost sleep from the trashy apartment. Morning came and his first thought was his car and how to get a decent job in the neighborhood, something he could earn a good living from and save up for his clinic. But each time the thought of the clinic crossed his mind, he sighed. It seemed like a far-off dream with his limited resources. "Good morning, handsome," a voice sounded behind him and Leon whipped around, startled. Tracy stood by the doorway, one hand dropped on the frame and another akimbo. "Did I startle you?" She asked with a bright smile. "A little," Leon replied honestly and pulled on a T-shirt. Tracy was blushing and looking everywhere but at his face. "I'm ready to go now, send my regards to your friend, Steve." H

Leon spent the rest of the day getting his new apartment ready, right before his eyes his ex-wife, Annabella, and her new lover, Tom had packed out of the house. He badly wanted to turn down Tracy's gift but he knew pride would be a dangerous poison seeing as he did not even have a place to sleep. "Thank you," was all he said, and then he moved into the apartment. It still felt like he could feel some part of Bella and her lover in the house but he ignored it knowing it was his mind messing with him. Later that evening, Leon had cleared out the living room and the bedroom, vacuuming the dust the way and changing the sheets. Tracy was beside him all along, rolling up her sleeves and helping with whatever he asked and even the ones he did not ask.From the looks that she kept giving him when she thought he wasn't looking, Leon realized that Tracy liked him. It was sad that they would never be together, not with her parents' judgemental behavior, there was no way he could deal with tha

A job in a clinic or a hospital was not forthcoming and learned why. With the little medical experience he had working as a part-time nurse for a clinic many years ago while trying to offset his student loan, he needed a little polishing up to do before thinking of being fully employed. But bills were piling up, although Tracy had just bought him a whole house, the tenants living there still had a probationary period of six months to get out of the property when their lease expired, Which meant that Leon would not be making any money off the building for a very long time unless he was considering giving out the house close to the trash can to someone - which he wasn't. Leon promised himself that he would surely pay Tracy back once he could afford to. With Sylvester's words still echoing through his mind, he wondered if there would ever be a time he showed up at the Caden family and was treated with respect. Right there on the porch step of his house that morning, he made hims

Leon heaved a sigh of relief as he saw the familiar face. It was Bully, his friend from a long time ago when he was still working with his boss. "What are you doing here, don't tell me you chose the easier life," Leon said. Although he was visibly relaxed, the power of the ring was still pulsing within him, just in case Billy was not as harmless as he thought. "No, I don't quite think I'm cut out for such life," Billy replied and pulled off the mask. He grabbed Leon's hand and lifted himself off the floor. "So, what are you doing here? Why did you break into my apartment?" Leon asked and then on a second thought, he added, "Wait, I just got to this place yesterday, did you even know it was my apartment or you were randomly breaking into people's place?" He asked, his tone accusatory. Billy laughed, but the sound was thin, almost like he was struggling too. "I knew it was your apartment, dumbass, I have been following you for weeks now, maybe not you but the healer," he rep

Very far away from where Leon slept that night, somewhere close to the shores of the city, just before the lake, in a high and towering mansion, a very powerful man lay rather lifelessly on his high bed. He could not say a word to any of his servants and everyone looked at him worriedly. Beside him was a doctor clothed fully in and lab coat, his face framed by large thick glasses. Two men stood right beside the doctor, one a brother of the wealthy man and another his loyal servant. "How is he doing, is there any improvement?" The man on the left asked worriedly. The doctor sighed tiredly and shook his head. "He is not doing any better than the last time, for some reasons I can't explain. These medications aren't helping his condition," The doctor replied. "Well, do something!" The man on the left bellowed, clearly the impatient one. The doctor jerked a little in his seat at such a harsh tone. From the very second he was hired, he was walking on eggshells, afraid that an