HIDDEN LEGACY : THE FAME OF THE FORGOTTEN HEIR

Chapter 9 : Should I Go Home?

Meanwhile, Ben was seen stifling sleepiness in the hallway of an underground station, along with other homeless people.

His head turned left and right, glancing at the people who were swarming with flies because they hadn't bathed in months.

Their body odor was already very strong, it made Ben dizzy at first before he was finally able to adapt to the surrounding conditions.

"Sad, I really did end up in a place like this," he thought, with his beady eyes glancing at the discarded cardboard boxes used by homeless people as their makeshift beds on the floor.

Ben was pensive for a while, breathing heavily, and finally tried to lie down among the homeless.

"I completely forgot, how did I end up in this place?"

Benjamin exhaled heavily. "...all I remember is the feeling of being hit, but I don't know who did it to me. I woke up in a narrow alley with mounds of garbage.

"My head is heavy, the pain seems like it will lead to death.

"I was lying there for most of the day, I woke up when it was raining, then I found them (the homeless) running and taking shelter here, and I just did the same.

"But thankfully, I'm fine with none of my belongings missing, since there are no valuables attached to my body at all, I'm a penniless homeless person."

As Benjamin pensively thought about what he had experienced, his stomach suddenly rumbled, signaling that he was very hungry.

He rubbed his stomach with one hand as he sat against the wall.

"How many days has it been since I've eaten? I forgot, I don't even know what day it is today."

As this man endured a long day of hunger, Ben could only sit up and reach into his pockets, making sure he didn't have a penny left.

Ben hugged his knees. "Should I start begging?" he asked himself as he watched someone across from him earn money by placing a bowl in front of his body with a pathetic-looking sign.

At least it was enough to make people passing by the station feel sorry for him. 'Give me money to eat, I'm starving' Ben read with a short sigh.

"Damn," Benjamin grumbled.

The situation turned chaotic, Ben didn't understand, as the homeless people scattered, running with panicked looks on their faces.

The confused Benjamin remained silent, until he saw several security guards and policemen running towards them, with car sirens sounding faintly from outside the underground station, and Ben did not understand the sign in the first place.

Everyone ran away and Ben, who was beginning to realize the gravity of the situation, also ran, following the flow of this vagabonds' escape.

"The police can't arrest me like this," he said to himself.

He hadn't made it out of the station yet, kept running until he was out of breath, and finally found a wall on one side of the building that he could lean against and hide in.

Ben shook his head several times, with his eyelids closed for a moment. Signaling he was beginning to recover his consciousness from the confusion.

"I almost got caught," he said to himself.

"Caught from what?" Someone's voice was heard interrupting his.

"Of course the police," he replied spontaneously, but after that Ben then paused in thought.

He cleared his throat and coughed, realizing that he had unconsciously spoken to the person who had interrupted his words.

Without thinking much more, Ben turned around and found a burly man standing behind his back, who had apparently been peering around with him, hoping the cops would stop chasing him.

Benjamin looked annoyed and let out a lazy sigh. "How could you be here," he replied softly.

"It's quite possible to find you, because nothing is impossible in this world." Steve replied, which made Ben even more annoyed.

"Are you following me on purpose? Or is my suspicion correct? You put something on me that I don't know what and where you hid it," he grumbled.

Steve's brow furrowed. "Something? What do you suspect, Sir?"

"Of course the tracker, where did you hide it?" Benjamin was busy himself, as if searching for something from his body.

This man who is guard from the Anderson family just smiled and shook his head. "Why are you thinking about things that don't really matter? Now better think about your fate after this, Sir. Do you want yourself to end up in a place like this?"

Ben paused, remembering himself among the homeless. "Of course not," he replied spontaneously.

Steve spoke again with a serious face. "If not, you should consider coming back with me, at least... for your own sake and to save your share of the inheritance."

This well-dressed man persuaded him again, making Benjamin stay silent for quite a while this time, he really considered all the possibilities, which might be the best and the worst for him.

Ben looked at his interlocutor with curiosity. "Is the state of Anderson's house that bad?" he asked, causing the man in front of him to pause before answering.

Steve shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know, it's hard for me to explain, you'll understand if you go back and see for yourself what it's like there."

Benjamin again remained silent in confusion, with one hand holding his chin, then his eyes glanced seriously at the man who was now also doing the same to him.

He let out a short breath. "Well, I guess it's time for me to come back, if my presence is needed."

Steve smiled slightly. "Thankfully, you made the right decision. Now follow me! Your car and men are waiting upstairs."

"Wait," Ben held back.

While Steve, who had wanted to lead the way, now paused for a moment, then spoke back to his master. "Why? Did something make you change your mind?"

"No, that's not it." He shook his head.

Steve stayed and waited.

"I'll come home, once you fulfill my conditions and wishes," Ben said with a serious look on his face.

This bodyguard nodded. "Alright, if it can bring you back, I'll do it. Now, just tell me what it is! What do you want before we go back?"

"I want ...." Ben paused his sentence until he was sure.