Apparently, he was calm in speech, and I didn't even want him to stress himself to make explicit explanations. Clearly, that was weird of the Great Lord which got the Young Lord somewhat perplexed. “I have known you enough to know how diligent you are in whatever you believe in. If it was something that I needed to know you'd have told me already in the last few days.” “I believe a lot is happening in your life, and you're transitioning to a better version of yourself. Don't worry about telling me what you believe I shouldn't know yet till the time is ripe.” “Whenever you're ready to spill the juice. I'll be all ears but for now. Welcome back, my boy!” Lord Eric's words carried lots of weight despite using a low tone to express himself. Michael embraced him once again and whispered to his left ear: “Thank you. Thank you for understanding.” Lord Eric nodded thoughtfully and firmly while patting his shoulder— a tinge of emotions etched on both faces while they giggled and t

Lord Eric took three hasty steps backward as his boy's words tingled his sensory organs. He managed to let out a faint smile before responding. “Oh, don't worry, my boy. I believe you must have had a long time being away from the mansion.” “You need to take some time to rest and rejuvenate so don't stress yourself, okay.” The Great Lord presumed his boy was being considerate as he always had and wanted to console Snow during a tough period of his life. However, he'd prefer Michael to stay behind and get served by the domestic staff members. Michael chimed in back a smile and tutted his lips in disapproval. He understood the motive behind the Great Lord's words, and as usual, he had his best interest at heart--- but the unfolding events were beyond Lord Eric's stance. He has a greater purpose of opting to go with the Great Lord which he wouldn't understand until the time is most ripe. He moved his feet onward and maintained close physical contact with Lord Eric. “The

“C’mon, we know you're desperate to see your son healed again, but don't insult the medical profession by giving a chance to mediocrity!” his voice slammed hard, his tone cold and distant while glaring at Michael.After his stern voice fell out; the wealthy personnel blinked their eyelids in displeasure and didn't like how demeaning his words were.Some of them wiggled their brows at Mr. Snow, not to buy the words of the medical experts, and give the young man a chance.Within moments, another medical personnel stepped further and dashed into words with no smidge of a smile etched on his face.“Most of us here had been into the medical profession for over a decade, and if we couldn't save your boy, what in the hell's name makes you think he'd do anything differently?”Their faces were intrigued with a deeper frown while they spilled derogatory statements to have Snow change his mind and distort Michael's plans to examine the sick young boy.They would have sworn that Snow would ignore

Michael Scofield, for a moment, drifted his eyes from the sick young boy and stared at the female medical personnel who uttered those demeaning statements.They had been doing everything possible to get on his nerves— but he had done his best to ignore their incessant tantrums for obvious reasons.If he hadn't encountered the Angel Force, he'd have possibly indulged in a fierce brawl with them which would be exactly what they desired.However, for some reason, the subtle inward instructions had been to ignore them and focus mainly on what led his path to Mr. Snow's residence.Within seconds after the words of the female medical practitioner echoed in everyone's eardrums which had most people in the room darting their eyes on her and Michael.The medical experts were engulfed in muffling mocking expressions and high-fiving her for being brutal with Michael.Mr. Snow and Lord Eric had their mouths somewhat widened— the belittling questions were mostly rhetorical and concocted with immen

DING!Half of the medical experts widened their mouths as the word: ‘Thallium’ reverberated in their eardrums.Of course, they were medical experts from different prestigious medical institutions in Britain and knew how the deadly substance thallium was made up.Lord Eric's throat ached with words, but he managed to amble two steps further toward Michael with a shocking demeanor etched on his facial expression.He vividly remembered how one of his best staff, who would have been appointed as the new COO before his encounter with Michael, was mercilessly poisoned with thallium, and he couldn't stay breathing for more than forty-eight hours.The mystery behind his death filled the atmosphere of Eric Cottage Winery Enterprise with fear, and for over a year, he didn't find a suitable candidate to exalt the position of COO till he met Michael.Lord Eric, from that moment, started suspecting there was a looming battle that he could perceive but couldn't fathom where it emanated from.Hence,