CHAPTER HUNDRED AND EIGHTEEN

RICHARD'S POV

Mr Dennis gave me a ride to my father's villa when I finished at the jewelry store. He gave my shoulder a reassuring pat before I hopped out of his car. "Give your father my best, Richard," he said, his face a mask of concern.

"I will, sir. Thank you again for the ride," I replied, forcing a smile.

I wasn't sure what I'd find inside. The texts from my father had been frantic, filled with words like "chest pain" and "can't breathe."

When I went into the house, I felt a strange feeling. The house was not quiet like usual. There was a strange feeling in the air. Jonathan and William, my stepbrothers, were sitting in the living room like vultures waiting to eat something dead.

"Well, well, look who decided to grace us with his presence," Jonathan drawled, his voice dripping with sarcasm. He didn't even bother looking up from his phone.

William, never one to be outdone, let out a loud snorting sound like a pig struggling for truffles.

"Heard you were playing doctor these