Chapter One Hundred And Twenty Six Elijah's heart raced as he stood in the grand office of the professor vice chancellor of Harvard Medical University. The room was adorned with shelves filled with leather-bound books and awards, an atmosphere that reflected the professor's esteemed reputation. Elijah cleared his throat, nervously glancing at the man behind the imposing desk."Professor," Elijah began, his voice quivering slightly, "I come here with a heartfelt request. My wife, Selena, has always dreamed of studying medicine at Harvard. She's incredibly dedicated and passionate about healing others."The professor, a stern-looking man with graying hair, studied Elijah for a moment before responding. "Mr. Elijah, I understand the importance of dreams and aspirations, but admissions for this year have already closed. The process is highly competitive and we must adhere to the established timeline."Elijah's heart sank. He had hoped that perhaps there was a way, but the professor's wor
Chapter One Hundred And Twenty SevenSelena stirred in her slumber, her eyelids fluttering as the warm morning sunlight streamed through the curtains. Slowly, she became aware of the soft comfort of her bed, the familiar scent of her room, and the gentle sounds of birds chirping outside. With a soft sigh, she stretched her arms above her head and let out a contented yawn, feeling the remnants of a peaceful dream slip away.Rubbing her eyes, Selena reached over to her bedside table and grabbed her phone. Candy Crush had become a comforting ritual, a way to ease into the day. But as her finger hovered over the app, her heart skipped a beat. An unread email notification from Harvard Medical University caught her attention. Dread crept into her chest, memories of past rejection letters flooding her mind.Her fingers trembled as she tapped on the email icon. She stared at the screen, eyes scanning the subject line without actually reading the words. The weight of anticipation was almost su
Chapter One Hundred And Twenty EightAs the elation of Selena's acceptance settled, the atmosphere in the room shifted. Their joyful moment seemed to hang in the air as a heaviness crept in, casting a shadow over the room.Elijah noticed the change in Selena's demeanor. He furrowed his brows, concern etching his features. "Is something wrong, Selena? You seem... different."Selena's smile faltered, her gaze dropping to her lap. She took a deep breath, summoning the courage to speak. "Elijah, there's something else I need to tell you," she began, her voice quieter now.He leaned in, his expression growing more serious. "What is it?"She hesitated, the weight of her words pressing down on her chest. "I received another email this morning... It's about our divorce proceedings."Elijah's eyes widened, disbelief and shock crossing his face. "Divorce?" he echoed, his voice barely a whisper.Tears welled up in Selena's eyes as she looked up at him. "I didn't want to bring it up right after s
Chapter One Hundred And Twenty Nine The next day, a sense of trepidation hung in the air as Elijah approached his grandfather's sprawling estate. The memories of his childhood visits were a mix of grandeur and discomfort, a reminder of the complex relationship he had with Williams. Despite the discord, Elijah clung to a small glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, his grandfather had called him there to apologize, to mend the bridges that had long been burnt.As he stepped into the opulent foyer, his shoes sinking into the plush carpet, Elijah's heart raced. The scent of old wood and faded elegance filled the air, an atmosphere of formality that seemed to cling to every corner of the house.Elijah was met with an eerie silence as he made his way to the grand study, the door slightly ajar. He knocked softly before entering, hoping to find some semblance of understanding between them.His grandfather was seated behind an antique desk, a sharp contrast to his tailored suit. The lines o
Chapter One Hundred And Thirty Elijah's steps were heavy as he walked away from his grandfather's estate. The weight of years of resentment and unanswered questions lingered in the air, and he couldn't shake the ache in his chest. He had always suspected his grandfather's involvement in his mother's death, a truth he had never been able to confront until now.Turning back abruptly, he reentered the estate, his jaw set in determination. His eyes locked onto his grandfather, his voice fierce and unyielding. "You never apologized for what happened to my mother."Williams' expression remained stone-cold. "Your mother died of cancer. There was nothing I could do."Elijah's voice grew louder, his anger and pain surfacing in every word. "You could have helped. You could have provided the funds for her treatment, but you chose not to. You let her suffer."Williams' eyes hardened, his tone unwavering. "I made my choices, and I stand by them."Elijah's fists clenched at his sides, his voice qu
Chapter One Hundred And Thirty OneElijah drove with Stella to a nearby bar, the dim lights and the distant sounds of laughter creating a stark contrast to the heaviness of their conversation. They found a secluded corner, and as they settled into their seats, Stella's tears began to flow freely once again.Elijah's gaze was soft as he looked at her, his heart aching for the pain she was clearly enduring. "Stella, tell me what's been happening. Why are the police after you?"Stella's voice trembled as she wiped her tears with the back of her hand. "It's all because of Henry. They think I know where he is, but I honestly don't. I haven't seen him in months."Elijah's brows furrowed with concern. "Henry's been involved in dangerous activities, Stella. If you're in danger because of him, you need to tell me everything you know."Stella nodded, her voice shaking. "I know, I know. But I really don't know where he is. He disappeared after everything went wrong. I'm terrified, Elijah. I don'
Chapter One Hundred And Thirty Two Elijah's day had been filled with the usual hustle and bustle of the city. He had been looking forward to finally leaving the chaos behind and settling into the tranquillity of his car. The sun was beginning to dip beneath the horizon, casting a warm orange glow across the streets. With each step, he felt the tension of the day melt away, a sense of calm washing over him.As he approached his car, a luxurious black sedan that gleamed in the fading sunlight, his thoughts were focused on nothing but the comfort of the driver's seat and the soothing hum of the engine. But fate had other plans. Just as his hand reached out to grasp the door handle, he felt a sudden, searing sensation on his chest.Time seemed to slow as he looked down in disbelief. A cup of hot coffee, once held by an unknown passerby, now lay empty on his white shirt. The dark liquid spread quickly, like a stain of anger and frustration. He could feel the heat radiating through the fab
Chapter One Hundred And Thirty ThreeHenry's heart pounded as he stood before his mother, the weight of her anger crashing down on him like a torrential rain. His mother's eyes, once warm pools of love, now blazed with fury as she stared at him. He shifted uncomfortably, unable to meet her gaze."Henry," his mother's voice trembled with a mix of disappointment and frustration, "how did it come to this? How did you become a wanted criminal on the run?" Her voice wavered as emotions fought within her.Henry's palms grew sweaty, and he swallowed hard before replying, "I didn't mean for any of this to happen, Mom. It's just that... things got out of control."A heavy silence hung in the air, broken only by the sound of distant traffic. The mother's stern expression softened for a moment, a trace of the loving woman she used to be flickering in her eyes. "You were always headstrong, Henry," she said, her voice tinged with sadness. "But this? Running from the law, endangering your life and