Revenge Of The Richest Ex-Husband

This Is Not My End

Jamole was standing next to Susan as they stared at Swan Pablo who was using the resuscitator. The doctor turned off the oxygen machine once the desired time was elapsed.

“Right now he uses the resuscitator twice per day,” The doctor said to Jamole and Susan, “His lungs are not yet strong for natural air. I will take my leave now …”

Swan Pablo gazed upon them once the doctor left, a strange smile crept into his face, and he kept at it. “My heir,” he called Jamole through calm, peaceful tone, “Been while. I guess business at Swan stole you away from me. It is okay,” His eyes switched to Susan,

“Daughter,” father, she mumbled, her figers being fiddled as guilt possessed her as it possessed Jamole.

“I didn’t see much of you this week. I hope all is well. This is unlike you,” Swan said and turned his gaze to Jamole, “My heir” his sickly eyes queried him.

Jamole bowed, “Father you have rightly said. We had so much to do that we barely recalled today is your visiting day,” he replied and