Redeemed Son In-law

Come home to claim your right

"What Creston family?" he asked, tilting his head slightly in an attempt to recall any connection he might have had. 

The enigmatic man looked at him with an unwavering gaze and spoke calmly, yet with an air of certainty. "Yes, Sir. You are the only son of Max Creston, and it is time for you to come forward and claim your rightful place as his heir."

Upon hearing this, he reacted with a skeptical scoff, his disbelief tinged with curiosity and uncertainty.

He let out a frustrated sigh, his voice tinged with exasperation. "Come on, I think you've got the wrong person. I don't have any money for you to defraud me of. Look at me, I'm broke as can be. I've been trying to fit into this life, but I have nothing to show for it. So, please, enough with this drama. I don't lead a glamorous life, and it's not because you see me as a son-in-law of the Wesleys. You've got the wrong idea. I'm just a poor man."

His words held a mix of defiance and resignation as he prepared to walk away, leaving behind the perplexing situation and the enigmatic man before him.

"You don't have to worry anymore," the man said, his words carrying a hint of empathy as he acknowledged the loss of Brian mother. His mention of his stepsister's treatment piqued curiosity, leaving Bryan to wonder how this stranger knew so much about his personal life.

"Wow! You're quite smart. Seems like you've done your research on me," Bryan responded, a mix of surprise and wariness evident in his voice. While not pleased with the mouth-watering offers the man presented, Bryan issued a subtle warning, making it clear that he would be more than displeased if the man overstayed his welcome.

The man's parting words carried a mix of sincerity and urgency. "I will leave, but I genuinely hope you consider claiming what rightfully belongs to you sooner rather than later. If you encounter any problems along the way, feel free to reach out to me using this card," he said, extending the small piece of paper towards Bryan

Intrigued yet still skeptical, Bryan curiosity got the better of him, prompting him to pause the man before he could depart.

"What's your name?" Bryan asked, his curiosity steadily growing as he felt a shift in his skepticism.

"You can call me Asher," the man replied, his voice carrying a sense of authority. "I am the family president of the Crestons. Your family has been eagerly awaiting your return, especially since the chairman's passing. His seat has remained empty, and there is a concern that your stepbrother may take over if you don't come back soon."

Bryan's skepticism began to wane as the man's words struck a chord within him, stirring a mix of emotions and prompting him to reconsider his doubts.

"I still don't trust you," Bryan replied skeptically, his brows furrowing. He bowed slightly as he watched the man leave, his gaze following him as he was welcomed by two guards who opened the door to his car. Bryan waved at him, a mix of curiosity and caution lingering in his expression.

Lost in his thoughts, Bryan couldn't help but wonder about the possibility of what he had just heard. "How could that be possible? How possible can this be?" he muttered, his words barely audible as he questioned the truth behind his father's identity. His mother had never revealed this information to him, and now he was left pondering the unknown.

Deciding to take his troubled mind elsewhere, Bryan made his way to the hospital to visit his sister. With a heavy heart, he walked, hoping to put on a brave face for the sake of his only sibling. Despite the pain and uncertainty, he mustered up a bright facade, suppressing his own worries so that she wouldn't sense his turmoil. He had devoted himself to the marriage and family business, hoping to secure stability and provide for the only family he had left.

Approaching the ward, Bryan prepared himself for the emotional encounter. However, just as he was about to step inside, a familiar voice suddenly called out to him. His heart skipped a beat, bracing himself in anticipation. It was the doctor, not one of the people he owed. Relief washed over him, temporarily easing the weight on his shoulders.

"Mr. Bryan, I have been attempting to reach you, but unfortunately, I couldn't get through to your phone. I must inform you that your sister's condition is deteriorating, and unless we proceed with the necessary operation as soon as possible, I can't guarantee anything," the doctor announced, his words heavy with concern. Bryan's heart pounded in his chest, and he felt his world teetering on the edge of uncertainty.

"Doctor, please, you must carry out the operation on her. I promise to fulfill my obligations and pay you for your services. I am not one to be ungrateful," Bryan pleaded, hoping to appeal to the doctor's sympathy and find a way to convince him.

"I'm sorry, but my professional ethics do not permit such arrangements. I cannot compromise the principles I uphold as a dedicated doctor. There are rules I must adhere to, and I cannot risk my career for any reason. I have advised you on the best course of action. The decision now rests on whether you want your sister to have the best chance at recovery or not," the doctor stated, his voice devoid of sympathy.

Bryan's voice trembled with desperation and vulnerability as he pleaded with the doctor. "Okay, doctor, maybe you could help. You are a wealthy man. Could you lend me the money? If I fail to repay you, you can take any measure you deem necessary. But please, I implore you, save my sister," he beseeched, a mix of frustration and vulnerability evident in his tone. He was ready to do whatever it took, regardless of the consequences, to save his sister's life.

The doctor's response was dismissive and cold. "You're quite the joker, suggesting that I use my own money. Perhaps you think this is some kind of game. I strongly urge you to do the right thing before it's too late. Your sister may appear fine, but her condition is precarious," he retorted, his words tinged with a hint of frustration. With that, the doctor turned to leave, signaling the end of their discussion.

Bryan's voice shook as he made his plea, his eyes welling up with tears. "At least you should have some human sympathy. You have the capability to save her, so why do you choose not to?" His words were demanding, filled with desperation and emotion.

The doctor's response was callous, lacking any trace of empathy. "Because I gain nothing from helping people like you. What value will you add to me?" Those words lingered in Bryan's mind, reverberating with a cruel reality.

"He's right," Bryan thought to himself, feeling utterly worthless and foolish. Overwhelmed with emotion, he finally let himself break down, wiping away his tears before composing himself and entering the ward. To his surprise, he found his sister engrossed in conversation with a guy in the same ward.

 "I can't believe you'll be leaving soon. I'm going to miss you so much." Her voice trembled with emotion, a mix of sadness and anticipation for the days ahead.

Trying to control his own emotions, he replied, his voice filled with genuine emotion, "You don't have to worry. I promise to always come and check on you. And I pray that you also get well soon." His words were heartfelt, heavy with the weight of the situation.

"I believe in my brother," she responded with unwavering trust. "He loves me and he's surely going to find a way to gather the money to save me. He promised me that, and I know he won't fail me." Her words struck a chord deep within him, and he found himself unable to hold back the tears any longer. They flowed freely down his face as he felt the responsibility and love for his sister overwhelm him.

The guy spoke up eagerly upon seeing Bryan. "He's here," he announced, his tone filled with anticipation. Bryan quickly wiped away his tears and approached his sister, attempting to conceal his emotional turmoil. Doubt and fear gripped him as he spoke, his voice wavering, "I never believed you had so much faith in me. What if I fail you as a good brother?"

Her response was unwavering, filled with unwavering trust and love. "Then I will understand. I know that you truly love and care about me. I am aware of the sacrifices you've made just to ensure I receive proper treatment," she replied, her words touching his heart. Bryan sat down beside her on the bed, gently ruffling her hair, silently conveying his love and dedication.

Bryan reached out to his sister, his voice filled with reassurance. "You don't have to worry. I won't fail you. I am determined to ensure that you leave here healed and healthy." She nodded in acknowledgment, finding solace in his words and the conviction behind them.

Recalling his encounter with the enigmatic man, Bryan brought up the topic of the chain to seek confirmation from his sister. He quickly retrieved the chain from his back pocket and held it up before her, his gaze fixed on its intricate design. "Have you ever seen something like this before, perhaps a key that belongs to this chain?" he inquired, his eyes searching for any trace of recognition on her face. She carefully inspected the chain, her expression filled with uncertainty and doubt as she wracked her memory.

"Isn't this a couple chain?" she asked, her voice tinged with curiosity and a glimmer of recognition. Her question sparked excitement within Bryan, as her response suggested she might know something significant. 

"Do you know anything?" he inquired, his voice filled with anticipation and a hint of confusion. He anxiously awaited her response, hoping that she could shed light on the true meaning and significance of the chain.