"I came to make an inquiry about a pressing issue at hand." Kendrick started…Dr. Astrid quicky sat up, shifting into her chair to ensure she was comfortable, " Is it about your mum's demise?" She asked curiously."No, not about that,... You see, the family would be gathering soon on what to me, is nothing but a conspiracy,..." He spoke with calculated words, ensuring he informed her of all she needed to know, the words flew out of his lips freely and enveloped Dr. Astrid, finding its way into her ears, and down to her brain where she processed them with a mix of intrigue and concern. Her eyes locked onto Kendrick's, her gaze intense. "A conspiracy, you say? That sounds serious. Please, go on."Kendrick's voice was firm, his words tumbling out carefully, he went into details, informing her of what had transpired between him and Stelcy, and the test result he saw at the hospital the other day. Dr. Thompson's expression turned thoughtful, her brow furrowed. "I see… that's a sad one

As he reached his door, he stretched out to the doorknob, and it gave way with a soft click. Moving gently into the room, a heaviness settled over him, prompting the desire for a cool bath. The bathroom and library had always been his sanctuaries; he spent his days trying to fix himself and his nights trying to fill his brain. Stepping into the bathroom, he allowed the water to envelop him in a soothing embrace. It poured over him in a steady stream, rolling down his body, invigorating his veins, and calming his mind. Soon, he was done with the bathing so he stepped out, looking refreshed and revamped, his body enveloped in a stream of refreshment, the air in the room softened as it brushed against his face. He knew he needed to eat something, but then he had all he needed in his refrigerator, so he walked towards it pulled out two packs of the sealed Chili Con Carne, and emptied them into his meal platter, and chewed the crunchy pieces slowly. He leaned on the sofa, picking e

Evelyn had rushed to post the pictures on her Quidchat page and tagged him on it, that wasn't the bitter part of it. To make it worse, she attached a dismal writing to it; "AND I DECIDED TO BUY A GIFT FOR MY POOR LITTLE BROTHER". "I mean what would that mean?" Kendrick asked as he approached her, but then she laughed hysterically. Kendrick's face contorted when he swiped up and read through the comments, annoyance got the better half of him when he saw her friends making jest of him. His eyes narrowed after reading them. He raised his face gently, his eyes flushed with anger, he couldn't imagine what had made her do a thing like that, so he asked again. "Why did you get to the extent of doing this, Evelyn?" His heart heaving, but his voice low and calm. But again, she stood up from her seat, the sound of her laughter filling the room. "What exactly are you angry about? ….Are you already feeling ashamed that I called you my poor brother? Won't it be worse after the family's ge

"That's too long a duration for it, I mean… what did I really do to deserve that? … Are you saying that I don't have the right to post anything I feel like? Evelyn sulked."You didn't just post anything, Eve, that was a derogatory remark, to label the only one heir to our father's group of companies.. " a poor man" is enough to delete your account." Her younger sister replied coldly."Who cares about that? Afterall, I received a message from Stelcy yesterday and she informed me that all our uncles were in town, and that they're ready for the meeting… wouldn't be still end up a poor man?" She snarled. Kendrick raised his eyes slowly, and lowered it again, he didn't say a word, she was getting on his nerves and she knew it. He reached to the silver tray and picked a bunch of sweetened grapes, and threw bits of it into his mouth."You can't just start to decide his fate Eve, you should know that. How certain are you that he did all of that?" The younger sister asked again. Evel

Wednesday morning arrived like time was shortened. Kendrick had ensured he went to bed early enough if that would be his last day of sleeping in the Peterson's mansion. He woke up to the chiming ring of his phone, a notification popped up on the screen. He picked up the phone and inspected the screen carefully, "today would either mar or make you bigger." It was his reminder so he jumped out of bed, and hurried to the window, his eyes observing the outer part of the Peterson's mansion. It was no ordinary day, so the flowers were trimmed, the compound was decorated like it was Christmas Eve, yet all that lingered in his mind wasn't about the test, it was about his mother, they would also decide on when to lay her to rest. So he knew there was a lot to do today. He quickly turned into the bathroom, and in some minutes, he emerged with a bright smile. He opened the door to the wardrobe and brought out a blue tuxedo suit, it looked flashy and neat, he had ordered it for today's m