"Jason, don’t tell me you’re thinking of seeing her." Franklin said, his tone full of disbelief, “What do you want to do? Convince her to drop the charges.”“It’s not a bad idea, Franklin. Our only other option is to prove Kent’s guilt, and that would take a long time,” Amelia defended."No, you two don’t know my grandmother. She’s ruthless; once she puts her mind to something, no one can change it, and she swore on my grandfather’s grave that she would put the person responsible for the failure of the company behind bars,” Kent explained. “When I went to see her and tell her everything that happened, she didn’t have a shred of sympathy for me. She even said I was lying about Kent’s involvement. She looked at me with pure hatred.”“It wouldn’t hurt to give it a try,” Jason said“What’s the harm in trying?” Amelia seconded.Franklin groaned, “You two won’t take no for an answer, will you?”"No, we won't,” Amelia replied immediately.Franklin contemplated it. They had a point; technical
“Of course, I will, Victoria,” Franklin replied, his gaze softening.“Thank you,” Victoria said. She anxiously fiddled with the hem of her skirt and took a deep breath, composing herself. Then she began, “Do you remember Joshua Graham?".Franklin furrowed his brow, his eyes narrowing slightly as he cast his mind back, searching through his memory for any trace of the name.He snapped his fingers when he recalled the name: "Yes, I remember him. He was that investment banker. Wasn’t he the one who used to hang out with Roland?”Victoria nodded. "Yes, that’s him.”“He and Roland were good friends. When I started at the Elysian Syndicate, Roland and I were working on a project together, so naturally we spent a lot of time together. Joshua spent a lot of time with Roland, so he spent a lot of time with me too.”“At first, I didn’t mind that Joshua was spending time with us; he was a charming guy and he was funny too, but then things started to get…strange.”“It started with the messages. H
Jason and Amelia had Connor drive them to the airport once they left the jail, and they took the first flight to Saranac Lake.The two-hour flight went by quickly, and soon they were in a taxi on their way to Franklin’s grandmother's house.As the taxi drove around Serene City, Jason gazed out the window, feeling an odd sense of nostalgia. He remembered the last time that he came here and the house that his mother grew up in. His chest tightened slightly.With everything that had happened, he hadn’t thought much of his mother, but being in the place where she grew up made thoughts of her resurface in his mind.He thought of how she probably walked the streets that they drove on and ate at the restaurants that they passed by."Jason,” Amelia called out, boring through his reverie."Yeah,” he mumbled.“We’re here,” she said.“Oh, sorry,” Jason said, running a hand around his hair. He paid the taxi driver and got out of the taxi, with Amelia following after him.Franklin’s grandmother’s
Amelia and Jason had been in front of Franklin’s grandmother's for ten minutes, waiting for a taxi. Amelia was standing with her arms folded, while Jason sat with his jaw clenched.As the minutes passed, they grew more anxious and impatient. Their eyes stayed glued to the road and their minds on Franklin, but a single taxi hadn’t passed; in fact, barely any cars had passed by. Amelia’s gaze frequently darted from the road to Jason. She thought back to his outburst and her eyes became sympathetic.Jason’s hands were trembling slightly, and his face was pale, with eyes that were distant and unfocused. She knew that his altercation with Clara was still weighing on him and that there was something bigger that troubled him. "Jason, it doesn’t look like any taxis are going to pass by here.” Amelia’s voice came out in a soft but audible tone to get his attention.When Amelia’s voice reached Jason’s ears, he blinked and stared at her for a few seconds before replying, "Yeah, you're right."
“Happy Birthday, my love.”Jason smiled from ear to ear as he presented Diana, his wife, with a tiny jewellery box.She hugged him and excitedly took the box from his arms.She was honestly surprised that such a gift was coming from Jason. Or should she say that any gift at all was coming from Jason?Usually, on her birthdays or any other celebration, Jason would write her a love letter.There was a box full of them on her bedside table, and while she cherished them, it was nice to finally switch things up, she thought.As she opened the box, the gleam in her eyes disappeared, and her excited look was sealed with one of disappointment.“it’s empty?” She questioned."Yes, love, I plan on filling it with precious jewels in the future,” Jason stuttered.Diana sighed She knew that if Jason had the means to do so, he would get her a thousand pieces of jewellery, but sometimes she couldn’t shake the feeling of disappointment.“Thank you, Jason.” Diana said stiffly and offered him a fake smi
The drive back to the Sinclair mansion was a quiet one.Everyone was taken aback by Stephen silencing them at dinner and standing up for Jason.He’s never approved of him. Although his disapproval was more silent, It was always a form of disappointed gazes, backhanded compliments, and sometimes he would completely ignore his existence. But it seemed as though hell had frozen over.Jason kept replaying the moment in his head. Was his father-in-law finally warming up to him?He scoffed at the thought. Of course not. He was probably thinking of his daughter’s feelings and not his own.He turned to Diana, who was sitting behind him. Her head was tilted towards the window, and she seemed to be lost in thought. Jason held her hand, but she didn’t reciprocate the action or even turn to acknowledge him.“I’m sorry” was all she whispered; her voice was so low that Jason thought he imagined the apology.When they finally arrived at the mansion, Jason didn’t go up to He and Diana’s room.He sat
“Someone help; Mr. Sinclair is unconscious!” Jason shouted, and immediately, dozens of the club’s employees rushed to the scene.They took him to the clinic in the club, and after thirty minutes, he regained consciousness.“Sir Thank God you’re awake. Is everything okay?”Stephen had a sombre look in his eyes. "No, Jason, to be honest with you, I don’t have much time left.”"What do you mean, sir?"“I’m dying”Jason was at a loss for words. He didn’t know how to reply to what he was just told; he simply sat in a chair in the room and listened to Stephen as he spoke.“Brain Cancer. Inoperable” Stephen said, “I don’t want you to feel sorry for me or anything like that. All I want to do in my last days is spend time with my children and grandchildren, but I won’t even be able to do that.”“Why Sir?” Jason managed to say, his voice shaky.“There’s people conspiring against me at the company. They want to get me voted off the board and put me in jail, so they’re framing me for fraud and em
The doors of the Sinclair mansion burst open, revealing a distressed Diana."Welcome, Darling, you’re home early." Annette said it with a smile on her face.“Morher, where’s Jason?” she asked, completely disregarding her mother’s greeting.The smile completely faded from her mother's face when she heard his name: “How should I know? He’s probably off somewhere being useless.”Diana gave Annette a look that genuinely scared her. "More, I'm not joking around, and I don’t have time for your nonsense. Have you seen him?” She gritted through her teeth.“Well now that you mention it. I haven’t seen him today, but it’s not like I keep tabs on the damn boy,” her mother drew closer to her. "But I'm glad you’re here. Your brothers are coming home soon!”"Mother, I need to know where Jason is!” Diana finally lost it and screamed at her mother.“What’s going on in here?” Stephen asked as he walked into the living room.“It seems like our good-for-nothing don-in-law has gone missing,” Annette said