Rise of the Student Trillionaire

CHAPTER SEVEN: MYSTERIOUS MEN.

“Sir, he’s awake!”

William could see two men coming towards his bed. The closer one looked to be in his forties; he had a refined aura about him. The man behind him, on the other hand, looked to be in his seventies; he had a more imposing and dominating aura about him.

“Who are you guys?” William’s eyes shifted from their faces to the nurses.

The two men didn’t get to answer before the female doctor came in to check up on him. 

As soon as William saw her face, the memories of the last words she said to him came rushing back. “Mom! Is my mom really dead?” His eyes teared up as he knew the answer he was going to get deep down.

The female doctor looked at him with pity. “My condolences, Mr. William.” She took a moment of silence for the dead before turning to the two men. “He’s going to be fine. He had simply passed out from deep stress and grief. Though we found extra bruises all over his body, he should be fine.”

“Thank you, Doctor. We’ll take it from here.” The man in his forties nodded his head at the woman before she left with the nurses. Now, it was just the two men with William.

There was nothing but silence as the two men watched William cry out the grief in his heart. The young man had just lost his mother after all. They simply stood at a distance to give him his space. It took about fifteen minutes before the crying settled.

William finally had the time of day to pay attention to these two mysterious men who were still there. He didn’t get to say a word though, before the man in his forties walked over to help him into a seating position. He was alarmed at first but his mind was quickly put to rest when he sensed the man care in the way he handled him.

At the proximity, William finally took notice of the outfit quality the two men had on. Their suits were of a brand that is well over a million dollars in purchase. Then the wristwatches and the formal shoes they had on were expensive as well. He didn’t need any other proof to know these two people came from excessive wealth. This, unfortunately, only made him more apprehensive. Why were such wealthy people here with him? What did they want? Then a thought crossed his mind. What if they were sent by Wilson and Donald through their father’s influence? But from his perspective, these two seem to be of an even greater status to the Camillo. There’s no way they are here on the Camillo’s errand, right?

The man seemed to notice the uncomfortable situation William was in and he took a few steps back. “Are you feeling better now, Young Master?”

It took a few seconds before William realized what he had just heard. He quickly glanced around the room to find no one else except him and these two men in the private ward. He slowly raised his hand to point a finger at himself. “A..Are you talking to me?”

“Of course, Young Master. Who else would I be addressing?” The man simply stood with a princely posture as he smiled warmly at him. “I would like to take this opportunity to extend my condolences. I’m deeply sorry that you lost your mother.” His smile slowly dissipated into reserved anguish. “This is not how we thought we would meet after such a l…”

“I’m sorry.” William cut the man off. “Who are you guys?” He had never seen these guys in his life, and yet, they were expressing so much like he was supposed to know them.

“I am Mike Barathea.” The man in his forties finally gave a name to the faces as he turned to the man in his seventies. “And this man is my master, Mr. Bill McArthur.”

“McArthrur?!” This name immediately got William’s attention and his eyes widened. “Is it a coincidence that it’s my mother’s last name as well?”

Mike did not reply to that; he simply smiled warmly. His eyes held such a warm emotion as well that William had to look away. These people were acting like they'd known each other for years. It was weird for him.

“Okay. So what do you guys want from me? How may I help you?”

“You look so much like your mother, William.” The man with the dominant aura, who had been quiet the whole time, finally spoke up. "You really have her eyes and nose." The man's gaze held a well-reserved sorrow like he could easily control his own emotions. “Though your hair and height is rather a by-product of your father’s genes.”

William detected a hint of dissatisfaction in Bill’s voice. “You know my biological father as well?” The more he heard from these people’s mouths, the more he was feeling creeped out.

Bill didn’t get to answer as the female doctor came back in once again. She did a few more checks on Williams. “Alright! Congratulations, Mr. Williams. You’re currently in a stable condition and officially discharged. You can leave anytime. As for your mother…”

“What about my mother?!” William cut her off before he realized the doctor was just about to say that.

“Your mother’s body is in the morgue. You can come pick it up for the next proceeding whenever you’re ready.”

“Thank you, doctor.” William and Bill McArthur looked at each other with slight surprise; they had spoken at the same time. The female doctor nodded and left. 

Not a second later, William pulled the sheet and got off the bed by himself.  He grabbed his shoe when,

“Son, I want you to come home with me.”

Bill’s sudden word had William looking up to find the two men looking at him with expecting eyes. “You want me to come home with you?” He stood up. “Why? I don’t even know you, so why should I go anywhere with you? Also, why did you just call me son?” He was still quite convinced that these people were sent as another trap by the Camillo twins to mess with him again.

“You have a lot of questions that need answering. I understand that, Young Master.” Mike took a steady step forward. “And I promise you will have every single one answered once we get home. There’s so much to be shared.”

“And how is that any of my concern?” William looked at them with mistrustful eyes.

Bill’s demeanor remained ever calm. "Because it not only involves our relationship with your mother but also about your roots and your true heritage.”

“What do you mean by my true heritage?” William’s eyes shifted from Bill to Mike in confusion.

“That’s a question we would gladly answer to the greatest depths if you come with us.” Mike offered a hand. “Please, William McArthur.”

William finally conceded and he followed them out of the hospital, but what he saw waiting for him right outside the hospital sent him running back inside in fear.