Now he turns to her, giving her his full attention. "This woman, who did you say she got married to?" Ashley scoffs as she raises her glass to her lips "Angus Knighton." She says. "She had no right, Angus is mine! I was with his stupid ass when he had nothing!"Greg raises his hand to the bartender and soon, alcohol is occupying the entire space in front of them. "Go on, honey." He moves a glass to her. "Drink as much as you want, it's on me." Ashley is too drunk to see what he is doing. She dumps her clutch purse and starts to drown herself in the drinks. Greg calmly waits for her to gulp down a few glasses with a small smile on his face. "So, tell me more…" he leans forward. "Good, 'cause I have been looking for someone to vent to for a very long time." She looks up to the ceiling with her drunk eyes. Maybe it's the alcohol, maybe it's the hurt she has bottled up for so long, but she starts to bear everything out to Greg. How she left Angus because he was poor. How he su
Angus looks down at the ring that his grandfather has given him. He tights his finger around it as he prays for strength to be able to explain everything to his wife. Matilda is standing behind him, he can feel her presence. He doesn't want to turn around to face her, not yet. He knows that she will be able to tell that he is hiding something from her. "Mister Randolf is a very intriguing, but strange man." She comments. "He definitely is." "Maybe he doesn't want us staying in his grandson's place." "He doesn't mind, trust me. He is aiming for something else." At his time, she pulls her eyebrows in a frown. "So, what's going on?" She asks. "He asked me a really strange question, what was he looking for?" Angus gathers his courage and walks up to her. He makes her sit in a chair in the living room and he says to her "You need to listen very carefully for this one." "Why, what's going on?" "You just have to make sure that you don't freak out, okay?" "Why would I freak out?
The silence is so deafening. Matilda, Angus, and Greg, just staring at each other. "Okay, I asked you two to sit down." Greg frowns. "Don't make this anymore harder than it has to be." He pulls out a gun and both of them recoil immediately. Matilda abandons her bag and she moves to take a seat, Angus does the same thing. "That's better." Greg helps himself to a seat too and crosses his legs in a relaxing manner. He looks around the house and puffs out air through his mouth. "So, Angus Knighton." Greg rubs his hands together. "Turns out that you are in fact Adam Randolf, huh?" Matilda winces sensitively. It seems like every time she hears that name, she remembers all the lies that Angus told her. "You know, I would have figured this out a whole century ago, but you were such a loser," Greg says. "Who would have guessed that you would be the heir of Mister Solomon Randolf?" Angus sighs and looks at the ground. "Look, Greg, I'm sorry that you were too daft to figure that out.
Angus is able to get a hoodie on and put Matilda into the car. He drives like a madman, zooming down the road like a professional racer. He keeps looking at her, holding on to her limp left hand. She is turning white from the loss of blood, but he is still holding on to the last string of hope. The police cars drive in, probably heading to his house where the gunshots came from. He doesn't stop, he doesn't care for any damn protocol, and he is not going to let anything happen to his wife. He gets to the huge estate gates and the security guard is at the front, looking at the car that is angrily coming at him. They are yelling, trying to flag him down. He growls and steps even harder on the gas, he honks at them and they throw the gates open and get out of his way. He keeps the speed up, he doesn't care for anyone's safety, just hears. He gets to the hospital and he almost crashes into a few cars parked in the emergency area. Some doctors in uniforms rush to the car, trying t
Angus finds a shirt to put on and he then leaves the house. He leaves behind the corpses of his mother and his grandfather. He washes off the blood and gets a new shirt again. He can't get into the hospital looking like a serial killer. As he drives back to the hospital, at half the speed that he came with, he dials Lorenzo and Joanna's number, but to be sure that they are okay, they don't pick up his call. He gives up after a few tries and just concentrates on driving back to the hospital. He has just lost two of the most improved people in his life and Matilda is fighting for her life in the hospital, no he is not okay. He is just praying that Matilda can pull through this, she is the only family that he has now. He gets to the hospital and finds an empty seat close to the operating room. The place is quiet, the doctor is still trying to tear Matilda away from the gates of hell. He stays like that, barely here, his mind keeps going back to the bodies of his loved ones. He
The doctor's face slacks in shock, but she recovers immediately and bows her head very deeply. "Forgive me, sir." She says. "I didn't know who you were, I would have treated you with more respect." Angus is not still used to people bowing down to him like this. He hates it, but now he knows that he has to deal with it. "I just need you to empty the hospital, just to make sure that my wife is safe." He says. "Close down the place and make sure that no one else is allowed in." She nods vigorously. "Certainly, sir. I will do that immediately." She rushes away to carry out his orders. Angus's eyes follow her as she leaves, he hears Owen chuckle behind him. "What's the matter, Master?" "I, um, I haven't gotten used to people treating me with such respect, I am used to being the loser in the room." Owens comes to stand by his side. "This is just the tip of the iceberg, my lord. Get ready for more."Angus looks at him, a small squint in the corners of his eyes. "You are calling me
Angus stands from a distance, as the burial ceremony of his grandfather takes place. It's windy, the brown leaves are blowing in small spirals that look like a spirit is in them. It's a private burial ceremony, just the clergy, Owens Daniels, and about three very old friends of his grandfather. Angus feels nothing as he watches the immaculate coffin of his grandfather descend into the ground. There are two graves closer by that look identical, they are the graves of his father and his mother. His biological parents. After the final rites have been performed, everyone leaves so that the gravediggers can come and complete their work. Owen is the only person that doesn't go away. He stands there looking into the grave till Angus comes to stand by his side. "My lord." He bows without looking at Angus. "I wasn't expecting you, you said you weren't going to." "I technically didn't. I waited for the burial to be over." Angus gives a small shrug. "I can't help but feel sorry for the
Five years later. It's been five years since Angus took a very daring decision. Angus enlisted into the army. Of course, Owens, Lorenzo, and Joanna didn't think that it was a good idea, but he's their boss and what could they have done? Despite that, Angus has completely dominated the military field. He has risen in ranks in those five years and now, he seats among men that have strived for their places for decades. He is now General Angus Knighton, a soldier respected even by the president himself and he serves alongside with men old enough to father him. He didn't need the army paycheck, and he didn't need the training, it was just something to get his mind off everything that happened to him and it worked. He is in an end-of-the-year meeting with the generals, the minister of defense, and many other men of greatness. He has just told them the truth about himself and every one of them can't hide their shocked stare. "Wait, a second." General Kendrick drops his glass to the t