Winston was crouched on the floor collecting vase fragments as Daniel and his father got closer. The butler caught Mr. Knight's suspicious eye, despite his apology. Winston had been a member of the family for more than two decades and was well-known for his polite demeanor and impeccable customer service. There was something off."Please pardon me, master Knight. In an effort to dispel any doubts, Winston reiterated, "I erroneously broke the vase."Mr. Knight's harsh tone indicated that he was still skeptical. When did you begin breaking things, Winston? This is not normal for you."Winston looked into, his face deceiving a sprinkle of trouble."I apologize, Father, but I can assure you that it was a regrettable error," Daniel said calmly, approaching his father and gently resting his hand on his shoulder. He could sense the doubt in his father's eyes, prompting him to address the situation discreetly. Perhaps it's ideal on the off chance that you take a rest, Father. You have endured
To everybody's help, the specialist seemed safe, and Daniel inhaled a moan of help. Yet, there was as yet a wave of disquiet in the room as the specialist made sense of the significance of the drug.When Daniel's father reprimanded him for insinuating the doctor's guilt, Daniel's spirits plummeted. He experienced an unsettling intuition that all was not as it seemed, yet he found himself in an exceedingly awkward predicament: he had to express remorse for something he held to be true.In a hushed tone, Daniel murmured, "I comprehend, Father. Nonetheless, I cannot rid myself of the suspicion that Dr. Anderson may be engaged in dubious activities."Daniel regressed to a state of childlike vulnerability as his father fixed him with a stern gaze. “Son, Mr. Anderson has been my doctor here for years, and he has been coming to this hospital for years. I entrust my life to the doctors here.Daniel nibbled his lip, uncertain of how to continue. He needed to come clean with his dad, yet he woul
Two weeks later, Winston was busy vacuuming the library when the mansion cell phone rang, disrupting the quiet hum of the vacuum. As Winston answered the phone, he heard a voice on the other end that jarred him from his routine. The voice was familiar but carried a grave sense of urgency. Winston listened with growing dismay as the caller informed him that Daniel had been found, but he was in the hospital. Winston immediately dropped the phone and hurried towards the GPS tracking system to pinpoint Daniel's location. His heart filled with dread, he placed a call to the hospital to inquire about Daniel's condition. The hospital confirmed that Daniel was in critical condition withAs Winston made his way to the medical center, a profound sadness weighed upon his heart. His mind wandered back to the preceding weeks, contemplating the astonishing speed at which events had spiraled out of control. It was beyond his comprehension how Daniel had found himself entangled in such an abysmal pr
Daniel turned towards her, trying to discern the identity of the person who addressed him. "May I know who this is, Winston?" he inquired of Winston, giving Emily a quizzical glance.Winston cleared his throat and spoke in a hesitant voice "Emily is Your ex-girlfriend, Daniel. But she broke up with you when you was in a difficult financial situation." Daniel raised his eyebrows in surprise, wondering why Emily had brought herself to meet him. Emily wasted no time and requested that she speak to Daniel privately. "Sure," Daniel nodded, looking to Winston. "Leave us Winston."After Winston exited the room, Emily discreetly retrieved a document from her bag and discreetly handed it over to Daniel."I have something of great significance to share with you," she softly murmured, her voice quivering with heartfelt sentiment. Daniel's countenance underwent a rapid metamorphosis, transitioning from confusion to sheer astonishment as he swiftly perused the written material before him. "How can
Emily found herself immersed in introspection, her gaze fixed upon the world outside her apartment window. The recent events had drained her, leaving her in a state of emotional exhaustion and despair. The memory of being forcefully escorted from the premises by guards, a consequence of Daniel's deceitful actions, still lingered vividly, further intensifying her distress. Stephen entered the room, carefully carrying a few belongings, which he placed near the entrance with a gentle touch. Emily turned her head slowly, offering him a feeble smile. "Is everything alright?" he inquired, perceiving her unease. "I'm uncertain," Emily responded, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm attempting to comprehend the magnitude of what unfolded." Stephen settled himself in a nearby chair, reaching out to clasp her hand. "No matter the circumstance, we shall confront it united. "You understand, don't you?" Emily's hold on his hand grew firmer, accompanied by a subtle smile. "Indeed, I am cognizant
Stephen was feeling a mix of emotions as Jackson's words sank in. He was surprised, angry and confused all at once. How could his wife, Emily, be carrying Daniel's child? It seemed impossible.Do you honestly anticipate my unquestioning belief in this? Stephen asked incredulously, his voice laced with both anger and disbelief. "My wife, carrying Daniel's child? It's absurd." Jackson merely shrugged. "Believe what you will. If you want the truth, ask her yourself when you get home." Stephen's mind was racing, but he refused to let Jackson see him falter. "I'm not interested in any partnership that involves harming Daniel or any manipulative games. I'll get what's rightfully mine back on my own." Jackson drew a step closer, his expression smug. "Oh, but you're missing out on a great opportunity, Stephen. With my help, you could gain full right to your property back from Daniel, and more. Think about it." But Stephen could hear the greed in Jackson's voice, and it disgusted him. He refused
DANIEL! We need to talk about last night!" Daniel's father yelled, clearly angry. Daniel, still feeling the after-effects of the whiskey, stumbled towards the expensive living room of the mansion.Daniel found it difficult to recollect ever arranging a gathering without his father's approval. "What are you referring to, Dad?" Daniel inquired, endeavoring to dispel the mental haze. His father fixed him with an intense stare and flung a crumpled publication in his direction.Daniel caught it and straightened it out, staring in horror at the headline. "RICH HEIR DANIEL THROWS WILD PARTY, LEAVES NEIGHBORS DISTURBED," the headline read. Daniel felt his face flush with embarrassment. He had no idea he had thrown a wild party, let alone leave the neighbors di"I was completely unaware, Father," Daniel faltered, his voice trembling with uncertainty. "The memories... they elude me entirely." His father's expression twisted into one of disapproval, shaking his head in disappointment. "That feeble
Daniel's heart pounded with intensity as Anderson's words sank in, stirring disbelief within him. The truth unraveled before his eyes, stretching the limits of his comprehension. The weight of it all seemed unbearable, leaving him to question his capacity to endure further revelations. Perplexed and trembling, Daniel mustered the strength to inquire, "Could you please elaborate?" His voice wavered, betraying his inner turmoil. Seeking solace, he turned to Jim, yearning for a glimmer of reassurance. However, even Jim appeared visibly unsettled, his composure hanging by a thread. Anderson cautiously advanced, fixing his gaze unwaveringly upon Daniel. His intentions veiled, he chose his words with meticulous precision, aware of the delicate nature of their discussion.Anderson inched closer, maintaining an unwavering stare directed at Daniel. His movements were deliberate, and his gaze held an intensity that seemed to penetrate Daniel's very being."Jackson has been working behind the scene