Oliver watched Samantha as she entered her house, making sure she was safe before turning to walk back to his car. They had just come from a lovely date night together, and he couldn't help but feel content knowing she was safe.As he got into his car, he received a call from his stepbrother's wife, Merideth. He was surprised to hear from her, especially since Carter had been in a coma for weeks after a terrible altercation between the two of them. Oliver had accidentally pushed Carter, causing him to suffer brain damage. It was an accident, but Oliver couldn't shake the guilt he felt."Oliver, it's Merideth. Carter woke up at the hospital. He's okay," she said, her voice full of relief.Oliver was in shock. He had been bracing himself for the worst, and hearing that Carter was okay was a relief. He immediately turned his car around and headed to the hospital.When he arrived, he made his way to Carter's room, feeling a mix of emotions. Relief that his stepbrother was okay, guilt over
Oliver sat quietly in the hospital room, watching over his step-brother Carter as he slept peacefully. It had been a few hours since their last conversation, and the tension in the air was palpable. Carter had made it very clear that he didn't want Oliver to stay in the hospital room with him, but Oliver had insisted, telling his step-brother that he cared about his well-being and didn't want him to feel alone.A loud silence echoed between them, and Oliver couldn't help but feel a sense of regret for the circumstances that brought them together. He knew that he and Carter weren't on good terms, but he couldn't turn his back on family when they needed him the most.Breaking the silence, Carter stirred in his sleep and opened his eyes. He looked around the sterile hospital room, taking in his surroundings before turning his gaze towards Oliver."Why are you still here?" Carter asked, his voice hoarse. "I told you to leave."Oliver took a deep breath before responding, "I'm not going an
Oliver bit his lip as he looked up at his stepbrother, Carter. He wanted to know the truth, every single detail about the person who wanted to kill him, but Carter seemed hesitant to speak about it."Come on, Carter," Oliver urged, sitting up a little straighter, "you can tell me. Who is it? What do they want from me?"Carter shook his head, his eyes darting around the room nervously. "I can't, Oliver. If I tell you, they'll hurt our family. You don't understand the kind of danger we're in right now."Oliver felt frustration boiling inside him. He couldn't believe Carter was still keeping things from him. "What kind of danger? Who is this person? Why are they after me?"Carter let out a sigh, rubbing his forehead. "It's not that simple, Oliver. This person is powerful, they have connections. They're not just after you, they want to destroy us completely."Oliver's heart sank. He knew there was something bigger at play here, but hearing the severity of it made him feel sick. "Please, C
Oliver paced the small hospital room, his mind racing with possibilities. His stepbrother, Carter, lay in the bed, looking up at him with suspicion and anger. Oliver knew he had to convince him to help, but he couldn't shake the feeling that it was already too late."Carter, you have to believe me," Oliver said, stopping in front of the bed. "There's someone after me, and they're using you to get to me."Carter scoffed, "I still don't believe you. Why would anyone be after you?""I don't know," Oliver admitted. "But they're leaving clues, trying to lead me to them."Carter rolled his eyes, clearly not buying into Oliver's paranoia. "And you think I can help you? After everything you've done?""Yes," Oliver replied firmly. "We may not be on good terms, but we are still family. And we need to stick together if we want to figure out what's going on."Carter shifted uncomfortably in the bed, not wanting to admit that Oliver had a point. "Fine," he finally relented. "But what's the plan?"
Oliver made his way out of the hospital room, feeling a mix of relief and sadness wash over him. While he was glad to have seen his stepbrother Carter, the circumstances of their reunion were less than ideal.As he walked down the sterile halls of the hospital, Oliver couldn't help but replay their conversation in his head. Carter was in bad shape, but he still managed to be as cold and distant as ever. Oliver knew that their relationship had been strained for years, but he couldn't help but feel hurt by Carter's refusal to even try to get along.But as he turned the corner, Oliver was surprised to see someone waiting for him."Hey, Oliver," a voice said from behind him.Oliver turned around and saw his best friend Adamson, who had a concerned look on his face."How did it go?" he asked.Oliver sighed. "It was…difficult."His friend nodded sympathetically. "I know that it's not easy for you, but you're doing the right thing by being there for Carter. He needs you right now."Oliver kn
Oliver was driving down the empty roads, his mind preoccupied with the recent conversation he had with his step-brother Carter. Carter had been hospitalized due to injuries sustained during a scuffle with Oliver because of his attempts to attack him so Oliver had visited Carter at the hospital to check up on him. As he drove, the memories of their conversations kept playing in his head. Carter had been blunt and straightforward, blaming Oliver for everything that had gone wrong and for the reason why their enemies were after them."You've been acting recklessly, and now we have to pay for it," Carter had said, his voice hoarse and weak. "If it wasn't for you, we wouldn't be in this mess."Oliver had tried to counter his arguments, but Carter was relentless. They had been estranged for a long time, and their relationship had never been the best. They only reconnected recently after their mother passed away. However, things had not been the same, and there was still a lot of hurt and r
Oliver sat in his dimly lit home office, surrounded by technological gadgets and bits of code littering the walls. He rested his chin on his hand, his mind deep in thought as he pondered how he could take his computer technology company to the next level. He knew he had to innovate faster, think outside of the box, and take risks that would set his company apart from the rest. He typed feverishly on his keyboard, his eyes darting back and forth between lines of code, trying to make sense of the labyrinthine system he'd created.As he brainstormed new ideas, his gaze drifted up to the picture hanging on the wall. It was of his stepbrother Carter, a man he had always been suspicious of. From the moment Carter had married his mother and gained access to the family estate, Oliver had kept a wary eye on him. There was something about Carter's cold, detached personality that made him uneasy. In many ways, Carter was the opposite of Oliver – he was aloof, passionless, and entirely focused on
Oliver woke up to the sound of his blaring alarm clock, feeling like he had only closed his eyes moments ago. He groaned, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes as he sat bolt upright in bed. The pounding headache that greeted him made him want to curl back up in bed, but he knew he couldn't let himself fall behind.As he got up and dressed, he couldn't help but feel like he was moving in slow motion. He fumbled with his tie, and nearly knocked over his coffee as he sipped it down quickly. He was in a fog, feeling like he was barely awake.When he finally arrived at the office, he was surprised to see a crowd of reporters gathered outside. His heart began to race as he fought through the crowd, feeling like he was being interrogated.Questions flew at him from all directions, and he could hardly keep up."Mr. Thompson, is it true that you've copied other companies' projects?""Is it true that your company has been using underhanded tactics to stay on top?""Are you planning on stepping dow