Elvis Dagreen: From Rejection to Redemption

Chapter Two

Chapter two

Elvis walked out of the hospital feeling dejected and seething with anger at the same time. He could hear Mrs. Reyker's mean words playing in his mind, but what hurt him the most was Arabella's declaration.

"Where should I go from here?" He questioned himself as he brought out his phone to search for a contact who could reach out to, but unfortunately, he was a loner, and the only friend he knew was his ex-wife, Arabella.

He took a deep breath as he put the phone back into his pocket and headed for the taxi that was already honking for him from the other side of the road.

Elvis thoroughly looked at both sides of the main road before crossing. The moment he entered the road, he heard the screeching sound of a car tire and the scream of onlookers.

He turned to see a car speeding towards him. Before he could think of what to do, he heard a loud thud that sent him onto the ground.

He could hear the screams of onlookers as the car that had hit him sped away.

"Let's rush him to the hospital...he's bleeding..." Those were the last words he heard before he blacked out.

Regaining consciousness, Elvis heard a rhythmic beeping emanating from an ECG machine. With a throbbing migraine, he gingerly propped his head up with his hand.

Inching his eyes open, he found himself in a pristine white room, far too luxurious to be a hospital.

For a brief moment, he considered the possibility that he had passed away and arrived in the afterlife, or perhaps even been reborn on another planet.

These wild thoughts raced through his mind as he struggled to sit up without disturbing the drip connected to his arm.

"Master Elvis Degreen!" A voice called in admiration and respect from behind him.

"Go tell the butler the master is awake!" An excited lady in white instructed the young man who had just walked into the room with her.

Her excitement and how the young man had to rush on his heels made Elvis even more confused as he wondered who the lady was and how she knew his full name.

"Do I know you?" Elvis asked the excited lady, who was almost on her knees, but before she could answer, the door flew open, and an elderly man walked in.

"Master Elvis!" The old man said excitedly as he walked to where Elvis stood, looking confused.

"Who are you? How did you know my name?" Elvis questioned as he tried to support his head with his hands, since the pain was so severe.

"Sorry, Master. The power you possess is making the migraine so severe! In due time, you'll learn how to manage it," Elvis gave a confused look to the elderly man.

"Where am I? And how did I get here?" Elvis questioned, leaving no room for long talks.

"Forgive me, Master Elvis. I'm your family butler, Jeremy! I've been the Degreen butler and your father's most trusted right-hand man since I was thirty!" The old man explained, with his head bowed.

"I think you are mistaking me for someone else! I guess there's someone bearing the same surname as mine. I'm not your Master's son!" Elvis said as he struggled with the migraine.

The butler, full of respect, bowed his head and spoke, "Not at all, Master Elvis. Your father made me promise to find you, and I've been searching for you all these years."

"Three days ago, when you had an accident, your family ancestry power was activated, and it led us to where we found you."

The butler explained. "You're Elvis Degreen, the rightful heir to the Degreen's fortune and the only surviving Degreen. We had lost the other members of your family during a massacre fifteen years ago."

Elvis couldn't hold back his laughter, even as he tried to sit back on the bed because of the pain he was feeling in his head.

"I sincerely appreciate the fact that you saved my life, but I'm not your master!" Elvis declared aggressively.

The butler, his head still bowed, spoke, "We saw the Degreen ancestral mark on your hand, and it only appears when the power gets activated. If you don't mind, I can show you."

The last thing Elvis wanted was to keep dragging with a complete stranger who wanted to force an unknown identity on him.

"I'll take off my shirt, and you'll show me the mark! I'm sure all of this is a prank." He said as he took off his shirt, and right on his bicep was a mark like the logo inscribed on the old man's shirt.

"Enough of this joke! How am I sure you didn't put this mark on me when I was unconscious?" Elvis fumed.

"Master, if I had done that, your hand would either be swollen or you would be feeling pain from it. Only a true Degreen gets that mark when the ancestry power is activated," the old man explained.

There was no way Elvis was going to bring himself to believe what the man had just said. He stood up from the bed and aggressively removed the drip from his hand, not minding the migraine he had.

"Thanks for the help, old man, but I have to take my leave. This is insane!" Elvis said, struggling to get up, but the severe migraine sent him back to the bed with a scream.

"Master, this headache is a sign that you haven't mastered your power, and it might get out of control if you go out there," the old man warned.

Before Elvis could protest, the old man placed his hands on Elvis's head and made some incantations. Instantly, the headache was gone, as if it had never existed.

"What did you do? How did you do that?" Elvis questioned, and the old man bowed as he began to speak.

"I used an old technique I learned from your father. That's what I used to calm down the migraine, but it won't last long."

Elvis didn't bother saying a word as he quickly stood up, ready to walk away, when the butler called him.

"Master, you'll be needing this!" The man said, stretching his hands to give Elvis a transparent envelope.

"It's a black master card, the most expensive in the world, and it will help you in the coming days!" The man declared.

"I don't take gifts from strangers!" Elvis declared.

"Master Elvis, just take this card. You're a trillionaire, and the password is your date of birth. If you don't believe me, go to the bank and check the balance yourself," the elegant man said, placing the sleek black card on the desk. His tone was firm but polite.

After not being listened to by the young master, and with his power having just awakened, he decided to let him be.

Pushing the matter further might anger the young master, and since he didn't have the ring to control his power yet, it would be too dangerous. For now, he finally gave up trying to convince him.

With a deep bow, practically folding himself in half, he stepped aside.

With a deep bow—practically folding himself in half—he step aside.