Van glanced at his mother and she looked away. "What is the doctor talking about?" He asked and she refused to answer. "Talk to me. Tell me! What is the doctor talking about?!"Ivy could see the anger in Van's eyes, but even deeper than that she could see the pain. To find out that the person who raised you, the only family you ever had had been lying to you your whole life. She couldn't imagine how painful it must be. "What do you mean doctor?""Well medically induced memory loss is mostly common in children. When a parent wants their child to forget something, they're taken to the hospital where intense therapy is given to such child. It basically means convincing the child that their memories were nothing but a dream, and to make things easier, a certain pill is given to the child twice every day until the therapy sessions are completed. Now this pill isn't isn't harmful to the child. It's basic function is a sedative to help children suffering from insomnia. But when used frequ
Van's eyes widened when she said that. He immediately turned to the wonan who raised him and she averted her gaze. "You're…my mother?" He asked slowly, staring at the woman standing in front of him. "But…how? The article said you died.""I'm alive, but it's a long story." Almost like she just noticed her, she turned to Van's mother. "Grace? What are you doing here?"The other woman immediately turned her face away. "I think you have me mixed up with another person. I should go now.""What is going on? Do you two know each other?" Van asked. "Yes. That's Grace, she's my best friend…or at least she used to be." "You know my mom? That's not possible, she never told me she had any friends." Van knew his parents fairly well. He knew the people his father worked with, and he barely knew any friends with his mother. "Your what?" The shock on Van's birth mother's face was unmasked. "That can't be possible." The elderly man said. "Van, please forgive me." His mother said again. "Would yo
"You heard what the doctor said, you can't come anywhere near my son." Grace said, blocking Sheryl from going to Van's side. "Your son? Grace, the fact that you are still standing here and not sitting behind a police counter is because I'm waiting for a detailed explanation…and a severe apology from you. How dare you open your mouth and call Van your son?""Were you there for him all these years? Do you have any idea what he struggled with as a kid? What he likes? What he hates? Do you know what his dreams are??You don't!That's because you were never there for him! Even long before I took him in, Sheryl, you were never a good mother. I simply did you a favor by–" Her words were cut short as a hard slap landed on her cheek. She opened her mouth to say something else but she wasn't given a chance as another hard slap landed on her other cheek. "Watch what you say Grace. Don't think for a second that I'm willing to let this slide so easily. Once my son recovers, I'm taking him home,
"That is Ivy, right? Ivy Wilson?""Yes, that's her.""She's your cousin.""I need to sit down, please come in." He walked back inside at sat at the edge of the bed. "Are you okay?""No, not really. So…so what you're saying is…Ivy and I are related?""Well in a way, yes.""Please explain it properly to me." "Van, are you okay?""No, no I'm not. Ivy can't be my cousin, mom she's the wonan I want to marry! We have kids together! This can't be true."Sheryl knew she was supposed to focus on the discussion at hand but hearing Van call her mom so casually made her heart swell. She smiled and took his hand. "Calm down, okay? She isn't directly your cousin. You see I have two sisters but one is adopted. That adopted sister is Ivy's mother. After she was born, you were always around her, You used to carry her around saying she was your baby–wait, did you say you were getting married?""What?""You said something about getting married and having kids."Van didn't even notice that he had said
"Your grandfather started a little advertising business back in the day, Ads for life, or AFL. It wasn't really much but he was very proud of it. After many years of hardwork and dedication, he was able to make a name for himself in the business world. After his passing, your father took over and in less than two years, AFL grew into a company worth billions. He cherished the company more than anything and always dreamed about the day you would also take over, leading the company to glory. Now Van, that time has come."Van sat quietly, staring at his mother. She was asking him to take over a company that was worth billions, a company that apparently meant the world to his late father and grandfather. A company he knew nothing about. "Why can't someone else do it?""What?""Don't get me wrong, it's not that I'm trying to run away or anything, it's just…I wouldn't want to mess things up. I don't really know anything about this company and if I took over, I'd want to do a good job at
Van had already suspected that Elaine was going to react aggressively, the only reason he even asked them to come over for lunch was because he wanted her father to witness her attitude for himself. He also chose not to go to a restaurant so he could keep things on the wrap as much as possible. "You just watch me. Just fucking watch! You think I'm just going sit with my tail between my legs?! Huh? What, I'm supposed to say 'oh he said he loves her so I guess that means I've lost.' fuck no!!Elaine Mochi doesn't fucking lose!!Once I make up my mind to do something, then by God I am going to do it!"Van just watched as she kept yelling and ranting, slamming her first on the table every once in a while. He glanced at Eric and his face creased into a frown when he saw the expression on the man's face. The man watched as his daughter went on a rampage with a satisfied look on his face. His arms were crossed over his broad chest and he leaned back into the dining chair, a hint of excitem
The Hartley and Wilson family were gathered together in the home of the latter. Their initial reason for the meeting was to discuss wedding preparations and other things but somehow the conversation derailed completely. "I am telling you Blanche, my son would never do such an outrageous thing." Moses's mother, Rachel yelled. "He is a man of dignity and when he decides to do something, he fully commits to it! You can't just sit there and throw accusations as you please!""Throw accusations? Are you trying to imply that my daughter is the one lying?" Blanche shot back. "She caught him red handed, she saw it happen with her own two eyes! How dare you tell me that she's lying?"Bianca had paid a surprise visit to the hotel that Moses usually frequent but she had never expected to find him in bed with another woman. "Enough!" Moses yelled. "If you have a problem with what I did or who I was with, then you are more than welcome to call off the wedding!" He barked and stormed out of the li
'Van Everest, a victim or a dangerous criminal?'When Van read the headline, he squeezed his hand in a tight fist. Who was this person? And what was his/her intention? What would the person stand to gain by slandering his mame on social media. If Van was a criminal, he would have been scared that his deeds might come into light but since he wasn't, that fear was out the window. Instead the only thing that persisted in his mind was the single question he had been asking himself ever since he saw the first one. Why?The content of the article was basically saying that he was a liar and deserved to go to prison when he did. Rather than an accident, the Fisherman claimed that it had been Van's intention to kill Moses at that time. And just like the first one was posted, there were a whole bunch of hateful comments about him. Underneath all the comments demanding the case be reopened or he received a new sentence, one particular comment seemed to stand out, and it caught Van's eyes.