"You're late...." Jeremy whispered, his head hanging in disappointment, his voice barely audible amidst the chaos that surrounded him. Warhuz's thunderous voice pierced through the air, causing everyone to freeze in their tracks. His eyes widened as he took in the gruesome scene before him. "What in tarnation transpired here?" he bellowed, a mix of shock and anger lacing his words. The sight before him left him dumbfounded, struggling to comprehend the magnitude of the tragedy. Jeremy, still in a state of shock himself, struggled to find the words to explain what had transpired. He stammered, his tongue betraying him in his moment of desperation. He struggled to find the right words to explain the unfathomable turn of events. His mind was a whirlwind of emotions, making it difficult to form coherent sentences. "I.... I....." he faltered, his voice trembling as he fought to articulate the chaos that had unfolded. The weight of the situation bore down on him, making it difficult to

"Stella..." he mumbled to himself, his voice barely audible in the quiet room. The weight of his thoughts and emotions hung heavily in the air around him. He wondered if he would once again ignore her too, push her away until it was too late, until she was no longer a part of his life. The thought made his heart ache, and his eyes grew heavier with each passing moment.But then, as if on cue, he forced a smile, a feeble attempt to mask the pain that was evident in his eyes. It only made him look even more pitiable, a broken soul desperately trying to hold himself together."Yeah, what do you want?" he spoke, his voice laced with a hint of bitterness. He tried to eliminate every ounce of coldness from his speech, but it seemed futile. The walls he had built around himself were not so easily torn down.Celicia, who had been observing him with a mix of confusion and concern, was taken aback by his response. Before she could utter another word, a familiar voice rang out, breaking the te

Returning to the topic at hand, Jeremy's voice took on a somber tone. "Like I was saying earlier, Sarah has been the only one there for me from the very beginning, apart from my mom. Our social statuses are worlds apart, yet she never treated me differently, unlike the rest of you."A touch of bitterness seeped into Jeremy's words as he continued, "The rest of you make me sick. You all made a mockery of me every day, isolating me as if I were some kind of infected being. But what pained me the most was seeing people in my own shoes tormenting me by joining your ranks."Celicia's eyes filled with remorse as she listened to Jeremy's words. She couldn't deny the truth in his words, knowing that she had been a part of the group that had treated him poorly. "I admit, I didn't like you and never paid you any attention," she confessed, her voice laced with regret. "But I was never involved in mocking you."Jeremy's gaze softened as he looked at Celicia, appreciating her honesty. "It doesn't

"You want me to delve into the intricate details of your late father's transactions?" Jessica spoke, her voice tinged with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.She sat in her 360-wheeled chair, maneuvering through the cluttered office, holding numerous documents in her hands.Jeremy nodded, his eyes fixed on Jessica. "Yes, I need a thorough and comprehensive investigation. I want to understand every aspect of the deals he made." His voice carried a sense of determination, his gaze unwavering.Jessica let out an exasperated sigh, shaking her head in mock frustration."Sheesh! Your requests always manage to give me the chills. Normally, I would refuse such a task, as it goes against the principles of respecting people's privacy, even in death. But considering the circumstances and the fact that you are his only son, I'll make an exception and assist in uncovering the truth." Her tone softened, revealing her underlying empathy.Jeremy's gratitude was evident as he replied, "Thank yo

Jeremy stood there, utterly at a loss for words, his mind swirling in a tempest of confusion and disbelief. The scene unfolded before him like a surreal nightmare, and he felt as if he were caught in its grasp. His heart raced as he processed the gravity of the situation, standing bewildered and speechless as the imposing figure of James Detroit loomed before him. "Is this your son?" James Detroit asked, his brow arching above the dark sunglasses he wore. Slowly, he removed them, revealing eyes that seemed to pierce through Jeremy's very soul. The intensity of the moment made it impossible for Jeremy to look away. "Yes, she is my mother," Jeremy replied, stepping in to save his mother from the stress of having to respond. It was an unintentional interruption, but one he felt was necessary given the circumstances. He could sense the weight of the situation, and he knew that every word mattered. Thoughts raced through Jeremy's mind, each one more frantic than the last. Here