CHAPTER HUNDRED AND FIFTY-ONE

Richard's POV

I wheeled Mom out of the hospital, the wheels of the chair squeaking on the polished floor. We had spent more than one week in the hospital and we were finally discharged.

Dad was with my brothers, and none of them looked thrilled to be there. Typical. They had mostly visited twice and they looked forced. I didn’t care about them. My major priority was ensuring that my mother recovered quite fast.

Once we got to the car, my father helped me lift my mother to the car.

"Need a hand, Dad?" I asked as he rolled her up to the car.

"Yeah, thanks, Richard," Dad said, heaving Mom out of the chair and into the backseat. "You boys behave, alright?"

"Sure, Dad," I muttered, already feeling the tension rising. As soon as Dad was busy with Mom, my brothers closed in.

"You know you're next in that wheelchair, right?" Johnson sneered. “I wonder how you’ll look.”

I looked at him, confused. "What are you talking about?"

Williams laughed. "The horse race tomorrow, genius. You're gonna