"It's just as I suspected," Damien said to the anxious family immediately as he walked back to the waiting room. Danielle and her mother stood up. "Will he be alright? I can't lose my husband."He let out a deep breath and answered, "We can only hope. I have discussed with the doctor who would be attending to him."Danielle's mother fell back to the chair, feeling downcast. They had hoped and prayed it wasn't something serious, but it turned out to be.She let her tears flow down her eyes, heartbroken and shattered. Damien felt his heart tighten seeing how broken she was. What was he expecting anyway? She's his wife."Don't worry, he will be fine," he comforted but that wasn't enough to mend her broken heart. Danielle drew closer and hugged her mother, trying to remain strong even though she was shattered deep down. They had been treating the wrong illness for a long time and that made his condition worse. Damien's phone rang out loud, distracting him. He excused himself and walked
Brian led Damien back to the hotel after he was able to convince him. Damien had another appointment, but the old man's health was deteriorating. Any further delay would cost his life.He took the elevator leading to Mr Nelson's office and when he got there, he found the young man pacing about."Mr Nelson, he is here," Brian informed, finally getting his boss to notice their presence.Nelson's eyes fell on Damien and looked at him from head to toe with his brows knitted together. "Are you Dr Damien?"Damien had seen Mr Nelson countlessly on TV, but seeing him physically for the first time, got goosebumps crawling all over his skin. Just as he was on social media and the internet, he was young and good-looking, having a stern look that gave the idea of how bossy he was. He was a business and serious-minded person and would do anything for profit. That was enough reason he was selected by his father to head the family's business. There was also one thing that got Damien intimidated b
'The old man is not sick?' they all stared at him wondering if he had gone crazy. Their father was unconscious and at the point of death, and his sickness was chronic. Sandra suddenly laughed and faced her brother, "Nelson what were you thinking? You brought a quake here to tell us father is fine?" She questioned, crinkling her nose in disgust. Nelson shook his head and went closer to Damien, ignoring his sibling's remark. "What are you talking about? What do you mean by he is not sick?" He questioned, his voice laced with curiosity."Stop this nonsense, Nelson. I know your plan and it's so obvious. You can't get the company's fund through with drama of yours," Neil pointed out and stepped forward. "I wouldn't let you destroy our family's company which father has built throughout his lifetime. I don't care if you are the new chairman, I will still protect our empire. You won't get away with this cheap trick you came up with.""I am not playing a cheap trick here. Why would I want to
Damien went on to administer the medication he had gotten for Mr Robert, while the siblings handled their issues, trying to find out who was behind the attempted murder of their father. He took away the medications Mr. Robert was on before and replaced them with his. He got everything packed aside before he faced the siblings, ready to tell them he was leaving, but he lost his voice immediately when he heard the doctor's confession."I never wanted to do this," Dr. Phil cried and went on, "He only had a severe fever and I treated him. He was getting better, but suddenly, Neil came to me and told me to change his medications. I had no idea why he wanted to do that to his father and I disagreed after seeing the medications he brought 'cause they have severe effects which I told him about, but he persuaded me until I gave in."Silence reigned in the room as the words of the doctor got registered in their minds. As if been controlled, they all turned their heads uniformly to Neil who loo
Damien stood before the long mirror in the room and adjusted his shirt to make it perfect. He was going to meet Mr Nelson again so he put more effort into getting ready than he did when he went to meet him the first time. Not for a particular reason, but he just felt the need to put in more effort.He picked up his car key and went out of his room. Nelson sent an address for their meet-up, which was in a restaurant uptown. One of the many restaurants owned by the family. He had no idea why he chose to meet him there, but he knew it might be because of what happened at the hotel. He drove to the address, using a map as a guide and when he got there, he pulled over and handed the key to a valet who took over the driver's seat and drove the car away. Damien looked around, examining the area following his instinct, before he averted his gaze back to the restaurant, which had transparent glass walls, revealing the interior design and everyone in it. It was beautified with expensive dec
Damien immediately went down and Nelson followed suit, lucky enough to escape being hit by the bullet. The men in black brought out their guns and began to shoot in the direction of the shooter. Damien remained in his position, surprisingly not as scared as he thought he would be when he came across a shooter or assassin. He had no idea why he felt so confident with the two men around them.One thing he was sure of was that, he wouldn't get hit. He was back to fame exposure and that was going to happen one way or the other. The room became calm and the two of them came out of their hiding spot. The two men quickly led them out, and when they were in safety, Nelson finally breathed in relief, while Damien kept staring at the room they had come out from. "I apologize for putting your life in danger. They are surely after me and I should have been more careful," Nelson apologized breathlessly, but Damien didn't hold it against him. "It wasn't in your power to control it. Besides, ne
The corners of his lips quirked up as he drew closer, not letting go of Damien's hand. There was nothing but anger and hatred in his eyes, which was noticeable to Damien. He knew he still had a grudge and he wouldn't leave until he got his revenge. Revenge on what exactly? Damien wondered and pulled his hand from his grip. "You don't have to throw away my card that way," he muttered and went to pick it up. Coming back to the cashier's table, Neil suddenly gripped his shirt and squeezed it tight, in a way he wouldn't be able to pull out. "You destroyed my life?" He gritted his teeth, with rage burning in his eyes, ready to burn everything it came across. Damien tried to pull his hand away from him, but the man was strong. "I didn't destroy your life. You did it yourself. You tried to kill your father," he answered. Neil clenched his jaw and tightened his grip, "I will never try to kill my father. You know nothing!"Damien smirked and let go trying to force his way out, "The doct
Damien drew his brows together, staring at him in confusion. What job would he want him to do that would attract bountiful pay?Whatever Neil was up to, wasn't going to end well. "What job are you talking about?" Damien questioned curiously his brows knitted. Neil looked around and when he was sure no one was looking at them, he stepped closer. "I want you to go back to the hotel and tell everyone what you said was a lie. You were made to say it. Tell them Nelson made you lie," he answered, taking Damien aback. "You want me to go as far as doing that? Then what would you do? Continue giving your father the sleeping medications until his death?"He sighed and every part of him spoke frustration, "I won't give him that medication. I just want you to tell everyone that Nelson sent you and you vindicate me from all these. Maybe my father may like me a little bit," he lowered his gaze as he said the last sentence. Damien stared at him, feeling pity. All he could see was a man, craving