He guided her to her room, holding her diary in his other hand. Once inside, he gently made her sit on the sofa and went to fetch the pasta he had prepared. "You have to eat it now, or else it will get cold," he said, placing the food in front of her.But she wasn't eating well, her appetite seemingly gone. "Come on, Betty," he persuaded, his voice soft and encouraging. "Maybe I should feed you," he said, collecting the food from her hands.As he began to feed her, his eyes locked onto hers, filled with concern and care. The pasta was steaming hot, and he carefully placed each bite into her mouth, his movements gentle and precise. The room was quiet, the only sound was the soft clinking of the fork against the plate.After he finished feeding her, Bryan stood up, but his stomach growled, a clear sign of hunger. Betty looked at his face, her eyes filled with concern. "You care so much that you forget to eat something. How can you look after someone without taking care of yourself?" she
"I am sorry, Mr. Creston, I will make sure to look after him properly. And if I notice any false movement, I will let you know and also inform the police," the doctor reassured, his voice calm and professional."I guess you had better start keeping an eye on him. I might not take it easy if things go wrong with him," Bryan said, his tone firm and menacing, as he clicked the end button, ending the call..As he tucked the device into his pocket, the doorbell rang, and he suggested, "Ah, that must be my order." He walked towards the door, his footsteps echoing in the silence, his mind still lingering on the conversation with the doctor.The door creaked open, revealing a delivery person holding a package, and Bryan's expression turned neutral, his thoughts momentarily diverted from the earlier conversation. "Thanks," he said, taking the package, his eyes scanning the contents before closing the door, his mind already wandering back to the situation at hand.He decided not to let that get
The next day, Grandma Creston’s driver drove Bryan, Rose, and Grandma Creston away in Bryan’s car. as the rest of the family waved goodbye. He drove through the streets, the only sounds being the hum of the car and the occasional passing vehicle. Bryan chuckled and said, "Hey!, can you step on it?" She nodded and increased the speed, the wind blowing through their hair as they picked up pace.Betty gazed out at the city, her eyes fixed on the breathtaking view as the driver navigated through the streets. A smile spread across her face, despite her mind racing with countless thoughts. Grandma Creston, sitting beside her, noticed the mix of emotions and gently tapped her on the back, offering a comforting presence."The sight is beautiful, even though the world seems to work differently for everyone," Grandma Creston said, her voice filled with emotion. "We have people struggling, we have people who have chosen happiness all their lives, so let's be grateful for where we are." Her to
"Grandma, what are you doing?" Bryan asked, his curiosity piqued.She chuckled, a warm smile spreading across her face. "I'm just so proud of you, shouldn't you be happy?" she asked, her eyes twinkling with amusement.Bryan scoffed, his expression skeptical. "Huh!" he exclaimed, clearly unimpressed."Is grandfather so sweet?" Betty demanded, her voice full of excitement.Grandma Creston nodded positively, her eyes shining with fondness. "He's such a great man, he always makes sure to take care of the ladies. He's very fond of girls, that's why he pampered Ellen more, and Maxwell has to bear his taunting," she explained, her voice full of warmth and nostalgia."Oh! I see why dad has to go through a lot, he must have really suffered," Bryan said, his tone filled with sarcasm, his voice dripping with skepticism."Who told you he suffered? I make sure to give him everything he needs," Grandma Creston said, her voice firm, but with a hint of defensiveness.Bryan chuckled, a low, mocking so
As they stepped off the plane, a sleek black Lamborghini awaited them, its engine purring smoothly. The maids scurried to load their luggage into the trunk, while the driver stood at attention, holding open the door for them to enter. With a regal grace, they slid into the luxurious interior, the door closing behind them with a soft thud. The driver took his seat, and the guards fell into formation, following closely behind in a separate vehicle. The convoy glided smoothly into motion, a testament to the wealth and power of its occupants.As the Lamborghini glided through the streets, Bryan couldn't help but remark, "England is such a great place, so calm and warm." Grandma Creston chuckled, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "England is a great city, that's why the family always loves to come here, mostly on vacation. And one of the reasons why we also have business interests here," she added, her voice dripping with sophistication. Bryan nodded in understanding, taking in the sigh
"You know what, Grandma? You're right. I should have let her speak. I'll give her another chance to apologize and make amends. But if she's calling to play games or manipulate me, she'll be disappointed. I'm not the same man she knew, and I won't be taken advantage of again."Grandma Creston smiled, her eyes shining with pride. "That's my boy, Bryan. You're a grown man now, and it's time to put the past behind you. Let Alicia speak, and then you can decide whether to forgive her or not. But remember, forgiveness is for you, not for her. It's time to heal and move on.""I think we should rather focus on President Asher for now. I can talk when we get back," Bryan said, his mind already shifting gears to the pressing matter at hand."We're already at the hospital, sir," the driver announced, and they were surprised to realize they had driven so far, engrossed in their conversation."Oh, thanks!" Bryan exclaimed, as they prepared to exit the car. The guards rushed to open the door for th
The doctor's pronouncement filled them with a renewed sense of optimism. "Thank you so much, Doctor," Bryan exclaimed, his voice overflowing with gratitude, as he extended his hand to shake the doctor's once more. "This is incredibly reassuring news."Grandma Creston's eyes brimmed with tears. "May we be permitted to see him, Dr. Williams? I am eager to lay eyes on my beloved son," she entreated, her voice trembling with emotion.The doctor nodded positively. "Indeed, I shall take you to him," he replied, rising from his chair with a warm smile. "Follow me, please.”They all stood up, and followed the doctor, their footsteps echoing through the hospital corridor. They walked in a procession, their shoes making soft squeaking sounds on the polished floor. The sound of their footsteps was rhythmic, a symphony of hope and anticipation. As they entered the room, their hopes were met with a stark reality. President Asher lay motionless, surrounded by a tangle of tubes and wires. The life-
Betty stood transfixed, her gaze lost in the cityscape outside her window, her mind still reeling from the emotional toll of her father's condition. Her eyes, red and puffy from hours of crying, felt dry and exhausted, as if they had no tears left to shed. Bryan entered the room, his footsteps soft on the carpet, and approached her with a gentle smile. "Hey, beautiful," he said, his voice low and soothing, as he wrapped his arms around her from behind, pulling her close. "You've been crying for hours, Betty. It's time to rest." His warm breath caressed her ear, a comforting sensation that made her feel safe and loved.Betty turned around, her eyes welling up again, and her voice cracked with emotion. "He used to be so strong, so invincible. It's unbearable to see him like this, dependent on machines to survive. It's tearing me apart, Bryan. I feel like I'm losing my mind." She buried her face in her hands, her body shaking with sobs. Bryan's expression softened, and he pulled her clo