Rise To Riches: The Rejected Son-in-law's Revenge

Chapter 9

Scott's POV

Nathan gasped the moment they entered the office, causing him to turn around to see what had happened, but instead, he saw his brother standing by the door with wide eyes.

"It's fucking huge!” Nathan mumbled.

Huge? Scott thought, looking around the office with a frown. "Do you mean the office?” he asked in an uncertain voice.

Nathan nodded, walking into the office as if it were the first time he was stepping foot inside the office. He watched his brother trace the edge of the large mahogany table like he had done with the table in his room.

It was strange for Scott to see Nathan this excited over an office he had literally grown up in. Nathan had spent hours in this same office, working alongside their father and discussing deals. The fact that he had forgotten the office was sad.

Scott offered Nathan a brief smile when his brother flicked his gaze towards him. He leaned against the back of the couch and folded his hands over his chest, watching Nathan.

"You got that table for dad as a gift on his 50th birthday." Scott mumbled.

Nathan whipped his head around to face him. "I did?” he asked.

Scott nodded. He had to remind himself that Nathan had probably forgotten most of his memories because of the coma and temporary amnesia. Dr. Maxwell had told them that his memories would return with time.

“ Yeah… He was so happy but whined about it for days," he told his brother.

Nathan smiled. "I bet it was damn expensive," he whispered.

Scott chuckled. His brother spent his entire savings for one year to buy that table for their father. "You spent your entire savings on that table," he said.

Nathan sighed, walking over to the glass panel that held the view of the building tops in the city.

"You guys were close?” Nathan asked.

Scott frowned. Among the things he had noticed was Nathan’s habit of referring to himself from a third-person point of view. He talked like he wasn’t Nathan but someone else.

He shook his head to dislodge the thought and focus on the moment. "We were..." he muttered. "Especially you and dad... I wondered what you two talked about in this office until late at night."

"Maybe how to resell this huge, expensive table." Nathan chipped.

Scott rolled his eyes, looking at the table. His father loved and cherished the furniture. It reminded them of Nathan, who had refused to wake up from an accident. It made his father sad and, at the same time, happy.

"I wish it was. Dad would have killed anyone who tried to sell it or even leave a scratch on it. I still remember the day I threw the car keys on it. He gave me a death glare". Scott said, shaking his head.

The silence that followed gave Scott time to process his feelings. This was the first time in a long while since his father died that he was talking about the man.

He had lost his father, and his brother had been lying in a coma at the same time. There was no time to think or process his feelings as the responsibility fell on his shoulders to hold on to his father’s legacies and protect all the man had worked for.

Samuel had even suggested that he talk to someone, perhaps a therapist, to ease his mind. But he had been so busy trying to hold on to everything that he had not found the time to visit a shrink. It was not like he was thinking about it though.

He felt his eyes begin to water and sighed, walking over to the chair that he had sat on earlier. He noticed Nathan close the distance to where he was and took the seat next to him.

"I can’t imagine what you have gone through." Nathan whispered.

Scott gazed at his brother. What was Nathan saying? He thought. Nathan had been the one lying on the bed in a coma, not him.

"You went through worse." Scott mumbled.

Nathan rolled his eyes and said, "Well, I was unconscious and didn’t know what was happening around me. You, on the other hand? I know it was hard," he said.

Scott sighed and nodded his head gently. "I still missed dad... He would have been so happy to see you finally awake," he muttered.

"He's happy wherever he is, that’s for sure.” Nathan mumbled.

Before Scott could respond, the door flew open, and Samuel rushed in, looking around the space as his eyes landed on them.

“what happened!” Samuel rushed out, panting. The guy probably flew there, he thought.

Scott chuckled. "Already fixed!” he said, wiping his eyes. He wouldn’t want Samuel asking about why he was crying. Samuel was not only Nathan’s best friend; the guy was also his best friend too. He had been there and knew what Scott had gone through.

"Well, next time, resend a message that it’s no longer an emergency. I rushed here from a meeting, thinking that something was wrong. Your secretary said so". Samuel spoke out, rubbing his chest in calming gesture.

Scott winced but allowed Nathan to reply.

"We would take that into consideration next time,” Nathan chimed.

Samuel rolled his eyes, staring at Nathan before looking back at him. He knew Samuel must have read the room to know that something had happened. Before Samuel would say any other word, he spoke.

"You're attending the Charity gala tonight right?” he asked.

Samuel scoffed, walking over to his chair. "Do you need my presence?... I don't think you do. Please let me rest for the night," he said.

"Your presence is highly required, Samuel," he fired back.

Samuel smirked. He hated that look on Samuel’s face and knew instantly that Samuel was going to say something that he wouldn’t agree with.

"No!” he blurted out immediately.

Samuel looked taken aback. "I haven’t even said anything yet,” he muttered.

"You don’t need to. It's still a no!” he repeated.

"How about we ask him first?” Samuel said, a sly grin dancing on his face.

Scott had an idea of who Samuel was referring to and couldn’t possibly imagine a yes as an answer. He shook his head, emphasizing his answer. "No, Samuel!” he mumbled.

"Ask who?” Nathan said, joining the conversation. He obviously didn’t know that Samuel was referring to him and Scott intends to keep it that way, but Samuel obviously had another plan.

“ you!”

“ Nobody!”

Scott and Samuel spoke at the same time. He groaned, glaring at Samuel. With how Nathan had reacted earlier in front of Elton, he was not sure that attending a charity gala event was a good decision.

Turning to Nathan, he sighed. "I know you’re not prepared to meet people yet, because there would be a lot of people at this event. so don’t mind, Samuel,” he said.

Samuel snorted. "What your brother is trying to say is this," he said, eyeing Scott. "Would you be so kind to attend the charity gala event tonight?” he added.

" Oh c'mon!" Scott groaned.

" What!" Samuel snorted.

Scott held his breath, anticipating the refusal from his brother. That should be one trait in Nathan that hasn’t changed. He still hated to socialize and attend public events. But he wasn’t expecting Nathan’s next words because they shocked him.

"Yes, I will." Nathan said.

" You will attend the charity gala?" He asked in disbelief.

" Yes Scott. I will" Nathan reintegrated.

Scott’s eyes widened in shock, staring between Nathan’s bright smile and Samuel’s sly grin.

Oh, he hated it when these two worked against him.