After Serena’s visit, Jason’s hopes were slightly lifted. He returned to his cell and sat on his bed while Wylie did sit-ups on the floor. The Godfather was also in the cell, but as always, he kept to himself and didn’t converse with either Jason or Wylie.Both bored out of their minds, they started playing a game of twenty questions.“Have you written your will yet?” Wylie asked Jason.Jason’s brows furrowed in confusion. “No, why would you ask that?”“Because of the way Rosco acted towards you, it’s obvious that he’s got it out for you,” Wylie replied. Jason scoffed “That’s the kind of person Rosco is. He just acts that way to try and intimidate everyone.”"Well, it works! No one goes against him here." Wylie said, then did his last sit-up. Exhausted, he lay on the floor. “Why do you talk about him like you’ve known him for so long?”“When I was in jail the first time, he was there too, and he and his goons beat me up badly,” Jason admitted.“He beat you up?” Wylie’s eyes widened
At the hospital, Reuben went into Timothy’s room with Evelyn.“Oh my God,” Evelyn gasped when she saw the state that Timothy was in.Instinctively, Reuben reached out and held her hand to support her. Slowly, they approached the bed that Timothy lay in.Reuben didn’t know what he expected to feel when he saw Timothy. Although he knew him fairly well, they usually only met up when it concerned Jason. But when he saw Timothy lying in the hospital bed, hooked up to all kinds of machines and grasping for life, Reuben’s heart ached.Evelyn reached out, placing a hand on her nephew’s arm, hoping for some sign of life, some indication that he could feel her.But there was nothing. Just the rhythmic rise and fall of Timothy’s chest, controlled by the machines that kept him breathing.“I… I don’t understand how this happened.” Evelyn whispered to Timothy as she wept softly.The sight of Evelyn desperately trying to speak to her unconscious nephew only broke Reuben’s heart the more.“Evelyn,” R
Reuben knocked on Connor’s apartment door and stood firm outside, determined to get answers from Connor.“Who could that be?” Serena exclaimed inside Connor’s bedroom. In one swift motion, she put on her shirt, which Connor had taken off only a few minutes ago.“It’s obviously someone who hates me because they’re ruining a perfect moment,” Connor complained as he put on his shirt.Connor walked over to Serena and placed a kiss on her cheek “Stay here," he told her before walking out of the bedroom and closing the door.Reuben knocked again, this time much louder than the mat.“I’m coming” Connor shouted, “Break the damn door, why don’t you?” he muttered under his breath.Finally, he reached the front door and opened it. In front of him stood Reuben, who had a frown on his lips.“Good afternoon” Connor greeted, his voice full of genuine curiosity and shock. He raised a brow. “You are Jason’s friend, aren’t you... Mr. Robin, isn’t it?”"Reuben.” Reuben corrected him in an annoyed tone.
As soon as Reuben walked out of Connor’s apartment, Connor knew he was a threat that needed to be eliminated, just like any other problem that stood in his way.Without wasting any time, he stormed into his bedroom.“I’m sorry if I made noise; something fell over accidentally,” Serena apologized.But her apology went unheard, as Connor remained silent, too busy with putting on a baseball hat and a pair of sunglasses.He walked over to the window to find Reuben and saw that he had just left the apartment building.“I may not be back for a while,” Connor said to Serena before rushing out the bedroom door.Immediately, Serena got off the bed and hurried after Connor, stopping him before he walked out of the apartment.“Wait, don't leave me here.” Serena said, her voice firm “Where are you going?” Serena asked.“I don’t have time to explain,” Connor said, not stopping his movement toward the door.“Are you going to kill him?” Serena asked. “I heard everything you two talked about, and I k
In the taxi, Reuben’s mind raced as he thought of how to piece together the events of the night of the anniversary party. Now he had to not only figure out Jason’s situation but Timothy’s as well.He ran his fingers through his ginger locks when he heard his cell phone ring.Reuben picked up his cell phone and saw that it was Andrew who was calling him.Sighing, he picked up the call. “Andrew, what’s up?” he said in an overly animated tone. It was the same feigned tone that he always used to talk to the Sonvlairs, ever since Jason asked him to pose as an investor and friend to the family.“Nothing much,” Andrew said. “I’m going to grab lunch; do you want to come? I could also give you those documents you asked for.”Reuben furrowed his brow in frustration. Currently, he was on his way to visit Jason and tell him about Timothy’s condition, and seeing Andrew wasn’t part of his plans in the slightest.The truth was that Reuben couldn’t help but feel bad for Andrew. Andrew didn’t know tha
Andrew and Reuben sat across from each other at a quaint, upscale bistro that was located near Sinclair Enterprises. The lunchtime crowd filled the room with a low hum of conversation, but at their table, an uneasy silence persisted between them. From the moment Reuben first saw Andrew, during their drive to the restaurant, and even now as they sat at the table, Reuben couldn’t help but notice that something was off about Andrew’s demeanour. And now that Reuben thought back to the call he had received from Andrew minutes ago, he sounded off then as well.Usually, when Andrew would invite Reuben to eat with him, the meal would just be an excuse to brag about a new deal he or his father had secured or to show off what luxury item he had purchased for himself or his family.But now, Andrew sat at the table, fidgeting with his fork and pushing his food around the plate rather than eating. His usual sharp, confident, and haughty presence was overshadowed by something that seemed to weigh
After what felt like an eternity of waiting outside the bistro, Connor and Serena finally saw Reubeb and Andrew come outside, indicating that they were done with their lunch.Throughout their lunch, they racked their brains, trying to figure out why Jason’s closest friend was having lunch with one of his enemies.“Maybe Reuben is betraying Jason?” Serena suggested. “His true loyalty could be with the Sinclairs and with Jason; he’s just there because of his money.”Connor clenched his jaw and his fist slightly tightened once the words left her lips. “That better not be it, for his own good. Everything Jason Grey has is mine, and that ginger has the wrong idea that he thinks he can take a single piece of the Grey fortune.”They watched the men shake hands and say their goodbyes, then saw Andrew get into his car and Reuben hail a taxi.Like clockwork, once Reuben got into the taxi, Connor started the engine of Serena’s car and followed him.***After a while, the taxi, and of course, Ser
Inside the prison, Jason was in his cell alone, unaware of all the plotting that was going on only a few centimeters away from him.Wylie had stepped out a while ago to, as he put it, “warm-up because the cold aura that the godfather emitted was too much for him.”The godfather had also stepped out of the cell. When he did, he seemed more upset than usual, which Jason didn’t even think was possible.Now that he thought of the godfather, he had been acting rare. Usually, he stayed on his bed, not moving, always reading a book. But sometime around noon, he started flipping the pages of his books frantically, then he stormed out of the room with a deep scowl on his face.Jason sighed. Why was he thinking of the grumpy old man so much? The prison boredom must’ve really been eating at his brain, he thought.Suddenly, the clanging of metal bars jolted him from his reverie. He looked up to see a guard standing at the entrance to his cell, keys jangling at his side."You've got another visito