"Drake, I found out something that might interest you," Agent Conner said, as he spoke with Drake over the phone "What's that?" Drake inquired, his curiosity piqued."Meet me at Hilltop Café. I'll tell you all about it," Conner replied before ending the call.Drake promptly hailed a cab and directed the driver to Hilltop café , eager to hear what Conner had discovered. After his encounter with Mr. Johnson, he had been applying extra caution, using public cabs rather than his personal car.After about ten minutes, he arrived at the Hilltop café. He scanned the area very well before going in, ensuring that no one had followed him down."So, what is it you wanted to tell me?" Drake inquired, taking a seat in front of Oliver. He noticed there was someone else sitting near Oliver—an Indian man named Raju Singh. Drake couldn't help but wonder what Oliver was up to this time, but he trusted Oliver implicitly. "This is Raju Singh. He's a private investigator and he has been carrying out inv
On the way back home, Drake couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that gnawed within him. With everything that Mr. Raju Singh had revealed to them, he knew he had to be careful if he didn't want to end up like his parents.Agent Conner who sat in the driver's seat of his car, noticed his feeling of unease, "Are you still thinking about everything that the Indian man had just revealed?"Drake paused for a while, contemplating what next move to make. He couldn't deny the fact that everything that Mr. Raju Singh had told him was true, but he still felt the need to be careful so as not to dance into some kind of trap.He remembered Mr. Johnson telling him to be careful, and not to trust anyone. To him, that was by far, the best advice. Trust was too expensive to be given to just anyone, especially with everything that was happening around him."Have you stopped to think about it?" Drake finally spoke up."Think about what?" Agent Conner asked, as he navigated through a bend."That we s
“Summer, wait,” Drake called after her, his voice edged with regret. But Summer was too angry to wait, as she made her way to their bedroom.Drake stood there for a moment, feeling the weight of her disappointment like a physical blow. He turned towards Michelle’s room, easing the door open to find her fast asleep. Drake stepped closer, his heart heavy with guilt as he watched her sleep. She looked so innocent, so vulnerable, and he felt the sting of his absence more acutely than ever.He crouched beside her bed, gently brushing a strand of hair from her forehead. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart,” he whispered, his voice cracking with emotion. “I’ll do better. I promise.”With a heavy sigh, he kissed Michelle’s forehead softly before standing up and leaving her room, closing the door behind him.Drake walked to his own bedroom, and found out that Summer was already in bed, facing away from him. The silence between them was palpable, filled with unspoken words and unmet expectations.Drake
Drake, Summer, and Michelle were enjoying a sunny day at the park, surrounded by vibrant flowers and the laughter of children playing nearby. Drake had called Prisca to cancel all of his meetings for the day. As promised, he wanted to make the day memorable for both Summer and Michelle. It was the least he could do for a wife and a daughter who had stood by him when he had nothing.He gently guided Michelle’s wheelchair along the winding paths, her face lighting up with joy as they navigated through the park. Summer sat on a nearby bench, her heart swelling with pride and love as she watched her husband and daughter share such a special moment. She couldn’t help but smile, taking in the sight of Drake’s gentle care and Michelle’s beaming happiness.Just then, her phone rang, pulling her attention away. She glanced at the screen and saw her mother’s name, Rachel, displayed.Since she moved in with Michele to stay with Drake, she hadn't been on the good side of her parents, and now se
Drake's eyes welled up with tears as he slumped in the sterile hospital waiting room. The harsh fluorescent lights amplified the worrisome look on his face. He tried holding back the tears that were slowly finding their way down his cheeks. He turned to the wall clock, each tick amplifying his anxiety. It was like his world had shattered into a million pieces. "Not my wife and my daughter," he sighed.He wished all that was happening at that moment was nothing but a terrible dream - one he'd wake up from to see his wife, Summer, and his daughter, Michelle, right in front of him.They had just got into an accident on their way from the mall. It was two months to Michelle's birthday, and Summer had taken her to the mall to get a dress for her. It was on their way back that their car collided head on with another car.The traffic lights had malfunctioned, showing green for both directions. Summer's car entered the intersection first, but the other car travelling at a higher speed colli
"But Mr. Sullivan," the doctor continued, "We need an immediate deposit of $5 million to begin the surgical procedure.""$5 million?!"Drake's brows furrowed. "I thought you said my wife and daughter are already stable?" Drake inquired, his eyes wide in disbelief at the mention of the outrageous sum."You see, Mr Sullivan," the doctor began. "All we did was to make sure they're out of imminent danger but we need to carry out the procedure, especially on your daughter.""My daughter? Why? What happened?" Drake asked, all in one breath."Your daughter has sustained very serious fractures and the earlier we attend to her, the better it will be for her." The doctor replied. "We need the money, because without it, we can't proceed."Drake fixed his gaze at the doctor, a puzzled look on his face, "Doctor, is there something you're not telling me?"The doctor eyes narrowed, contemplating the enormity of the news he was about to deliver, "To be honest with you Mr Sullivan, your daughter suffer
"Drake, it's your grandfather," the voice at the other end was deep and calm, with an old authority. "Grandfather..." Drake sighed, recognising the voice of the man he had sworn never to identify himself with ever again.It's been years since he last heard from his grandfather or any other member of his family. Ever since the deaths of his parents, he had decided to live a life that had nothing to do with him being a Sullivan even if he still adopted the name as his last name. "Yes, Drake," grandfather Walter began. "How have you been? It's been a while."Drake's brow furrowed, wondering why grandpa Walter would call him at such a time like that. He had made up his mind never to have anything to do with his family again.Though he was from the richest and most powerful family in the world, he had refused to be identified with them due their affiliations to underground crimes and mafia activities. He left after the death of his parents by a rival family, he didn't want any part in t
Drake couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that gnawed at him as his thoughts raced through the implications of his grandfather's unforseen intervention. How had grandpa heard about Summer's and Michelle's accident? He thought within himself. He didn't want grandpa Walter getting involved in his life again. He wanted to have nothing to do with him ever again, especially whenever the thoughts of how his parents died crossed his mind.He knew that grandfather Walter had agreed to pay his wife and daughter's hospital bills because he wanted him to come back into the family."Mr. Sullivan," the doctor began, coming out to the waiting room of the hospital to meet him. “So how were you able to raise so much money so quickly?”Drake was stunned for a second but then recollected his grandfather's words when he had told him that he would pay all his bills even though he had announced that he didn't need his help."How much payment was made?" He inquired as calmly as possible, keeping his