My Darling Ex-Wife Is Unaware I’m Rich

The Hidden Legacy

Marcus and Alfred took Max to what looked like an old abandoned manor. It was made of bricks and had a distinct look about it. They drove into the main compound and helped Max get down. He was limping as a result of the beating he had taken earlier that evening.

"Damn Alfred, you really tuned him up good, didn't you ?" Marcus said as they walked towards the main entrance. It was bolted shit and bound with a set of chains and a heavy padlock.

Marcus brought out the key from his pocket and unlocked the padlock and the door while Alfred helped Max stand on his feet. "I had to make it look real, no hard feelings right?" He asked Max who was too stunned by the building in front of him to answer.

"Well, Master Maxwell, to your family manor, you see up until now I haven't told you somethings because I was waiting for the right moment, your name, your real name is , Maxwell Arnold Quentin III (the third) You are the only true heir of Lord Archer Arnold Quentin, and Lady Martha Arnold Quentin, and this is your ancestral Manor," Marcus said.

Maxwell was too stunned to speak. He was short of words as he looked around the large hall filled with classic timeless furniture and a large dusty chandelier hanging above.

A few steps into the main building and he saw a huge portrait of a man and a woman who looked to be his wife. She was holding a child. " Is that....?" Maxwell asked but couldn't bring himself to complete the words as tears filled his eyes.

"Yes Master Maxwell, those are your parents and that's you, the little infant in her gracious arms," Marcus replied. Tears filled his eyes as he limped up to the portrait and started at the figures. He noticed the birthmark on the child's arm and it matched the one in his although it was relatively bigger now.

"How did they die?" Max asked. Not turning away from the portrait. "Well, that's quite the story, Master Maxwell, you'd have to sit down," Marcus replied. "I want this house cleaned and restored to its glory," Maxwell said to Marcus, he nodded saying he anticipated it and had sent a crew to begin work the following morning.

"Would you like to see the rooms upstairs before the cleaning and restoration crew comes in?" Marcus asked. Maxwell didn't answer, he simply walked up the stairs, holding on to the wooden railing for support. There were at least eight rooms in the house. But most of them were locked. As he appointed what looked to be the master bedroom, he noticed an uneasy feeling in his heart. He began to sweat, and his head ached.

Marcus and Alfred heard a loud thud upstairs and dashed up to see what had happened. They found Maxwell unconscious on the floor. He passed out and they carried him downstairs into the car and off to the hospital.

It just so happened to be the same hospital where his wife Emma had been admitted. She was being escorted for a walk as it was part of her physiotherapy. Her mother and the nurse assigned to her were just returning to their ward when the Chief of medical staff and some heads of department gathered in front of the entrance.

Emma was shocked as she didn't expect them to receive her or come to watch her progress. She recognized the chief of the medical staff from the large billboard outside the hospital with his photo on it.

He was a renowned surgeon but had retired and taken charge of the medical board at the hospital. "Nurse Abigail is it, please move your patient to the side, we have an incoming VIP," one of the doctors said.

He signaled one of the assistant staff to get a wheelchair so they could help Emma get out of the way faster. Emma and her mother were surprised but complied as this was one of the most prestigious clinics they had in the entire city.

Not long after a Bentley arrived with a police cruiser blazing its siren in front. The officers escorted them to ensure the safe arrival of Maxwell and Marcus.

Immediately they parked in front of the hospital, one of the doctors rolled out a stretcher and placed it close to the car." This is Maxwell Quentin, age twenty nine, blood group 'O' positive, he has no history of medical condition and suddenly slumped with no warning, attempts to revive him have been ineffective, " Marcus said.

"Clear the emergency room immediately, I want all the best doctors we have down here immediately," The Chief of the medical board yelled.

Everyone scampered to their duty post as they wheeled Maxwell into the emergency room. "How did this happen Marcus?" The Chief of the Hospital asked. Marcus began to explain as they walked in behind the staff who were moving Maxwell.

Alfred got down and instructed the driver to meet them in the lobby when he had parked the car.

Meanwhile, Emma and her mother stood there amazed at what they had just seen. The Maxwell who they had mistreated and made to feel unappreciated all these years was the same person who was referred to as a VIP. So much so that the Chief of the hospital board came out to receive him.

He was driven in an expensive vintage car that could only be acquired by someone of reputable finances. "Mom, is that the same Max we know, or I'm still high on the pain killers they gave me," Emma turned to her mother as she asked her.

"Don't bother yourself with all of that now, it's probably someone who looks like him, besides, we have to finish your physiotherapy," Fiona said giving a stern look to the nurse, who pushed Emma's wheelchair into the hospital.

Emma had suffered a spinal injury that would make her lose the function in one of her legs. Apparently during the surgery, they discovered the dislocation of a T-veratebrae but even after correcting it, she still couldn't move her left leg.

As they went back to the ward. They observed some men in black suits guarding the emergency ward. The nurse and Fiona helped Emma get back on the bed.

They were discussing her physiotherapy plans for the rest of the month, when they heard a familiar voice come in. It was James. "Hey there beautiful, how're you doing today?" He asked.

He hugged her in the best way he could. He observed the brace on her leg and asked what happened. This was the first time he had come to see her since the accident. He pulled the nurse aside to ask her some questions.

"There's a fifty-fifty thing chance, she might regain sensitivity in her leg and she might not, so we just have to be positive and hope for the best sir," the nurse explained to him.

James tried his best to hide his mood but Emma couldn't help but notice it. "What's the problem Jamie?" she asked. But James simply pawned it off as some business dispute at the office.