THE PRESIDENT HEIR ( SON IN LAW TURNS OUT TO BE A HEIR)

Chapter 3- "Young master."

Chapter three

 

"Better get something and do it as a man, or else your dad is going to lose his life."

 

Those words kept creeping into Dave's mind.

 

 

 

 

Dave stood outside the jewelry shop, clutching the special watch that his father had given him.

 

 

 

 

He felt a mix of sadness and desperation as he contemplated parting with the cherished gift.

 

 

 

 

His father's hospital bills had been piling up, and they had reached a point where he had no choice but to sell the watch to cover the expenses.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"I can't afford to lose my dad."

 

He muttered to himself and walked towards the jewelry shop.

 

 

 

 

With a heavy heart, Dave entered the shop, the doorbell chiming softly as he stepped inside.

 

 

 

 

The jeweler behind the counter looked up from his work, his eyes narrowing as he saw the watch in Dave's hand. Something seemed amiss.

 

 

 

 

"Good afternoon, sir," Dave said, trying to maintain a calm demeanor despite the nerves that were tightening his stomach. "I would like to inquire about selling this watch."

 

 

 

 

The jeweler's eyes darted between Dave and the watch.

 

 

 

 

His gaze grew more intense as he recognized the distinct design and intricate craftsmanship.

 

 

 

 

He leaned in closer, inspecting it carefully.

 

 

 

 

"Where did you get this watch?" the jeweler asked, suspicion lacing his voice. "This is no ordinary timepiece. It was exclusively made for the President's family."

 

 

 

 

Dave's heart skipped a beat as he processed the gravity of the jeweler's words. He had no idea that the watch held such significance.

 

 

 

 

"I didn't know," Dave stammered, his voice barely audible. "My father gave it to me as a gift. He's in the hospital, and I need to sell it to pay for his medical bills."

 

 

 

 

The jeweler's expression softened slightly, but skepticism still lingered in his eyes. He motioned towards the back of the shop, where a group of men had been observing the exchange.

 

 

 

 

"I'm going to need more information before we proceed," the jeweler said, his tone more measured now. "Please wait here."

 

 

 

 

Dave's heart raced as he watched the jeweler disappear into the back room. His mind swirled with worry, unsure of what would come next.

 

 

 

 

"But please, I did not steal it."

 

Dave said. "Young man,I didn't mention that you're a thief. Keep quiet and watch me do what I want to do."

 

The shopkeeper said, with an angry tone and a stern look, that he turned away.

 

 

 

 

A few moments later, the jeweler returned, accompanied by an elderly man who exuded an air of authority.

 

 

 

 

The old man's eyes bore into Dave, his gaze filled with wisdom and intensity. He spoke with a commanding voice that demanded attention.

 

 

 

 

"Young man, I am Mr. Ronald. I've been informed about your situation. Can you provide more details about how you came into possession of this watch?"

 

 

 

 

Dave felt a lump form in his throat, and his palms grew clammy as he realized the gravity of the situation. The shopkeeper's question echoed in his mind, demanding an answer that would satisfy their doubts.

 

 

 

 

Summoning his courage, Dave cleared his throat and spoke, his voice shaking slightly. "Sir, I assure you, I did not steal the watch. 

 

 

 

 

It was a gift from my father, who is currently admitted to the hospital. I had no idea about its origin.

 

"Trust me, I didn't steal it".

 

 

 

 

"Nothing on you shows that you can get such a gift from someone."

 

The shopkeeper's voice echoed from behind.

 

 

 

 

Mr. Ronald listened intently, his features shifting from sternness to contemplation.

 

 

 

 

When Dave finished speaking, Mr. Ronald stepped aside and pulled out his phone.

 

 

 

 

He made a call, his fingers tapping impatiently against the screen. After a brief conversation, he hung up and turned back to Dave.

 

 

 

 

"Your story checks out," Mr. Ronald said, a glimmer of relief evident in his eyes. "The President did indeed give this watch to the man you call as a token of appreciation. I apologize for the misunderstanding."

 

 

 

Immediately, Mr. Ronald placed another call.

 

Dave's shoulders slumped as a wave of relief washed over him.

 

 

 

 

He hadn't realized the true value and significance of the watch until now.

 

"We are so sorry for the accusations."

 

Mr. Ronald added

 

 

 

 

"It's okay. I'm glad you found out the truth."

 

Dave said it calmly and with a beam.

 

 

 

 

Mr. Ronald placed a hand on Dave's shoulder, his voice filled with compassion. "Young man, you have a special place in our hearts.

 

 

 

 

Tears welled up in Dave's eyes as he grasped the magnitude of the caretaker's sacrifice.

 

 

 

 

As he turned, a group of people in expensive cars came out; one man shook hands with Mr. Ronald and addressed Dave.

 

 

 

 

"Young master, we've finally found you."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The man said it with a bow.

 

Dave was confused and felt it was a trap. Who are you? What do you mean by 'finally, we've found you'?" Dave asked, his voice tinged with curiosity.

 

 

 

 

"I think you've mistaken someone for me.

 

"Does my father know about all this?" Dave asked, his voice trembling with emotion.

 

 

 

 

Mr. Chen nodded solemnly. "Yes, your father is aware of the truth. 

 

 

 

 

"I must find a way to help the caretaker. He is almost dying at the hospital," Dave said, determination replacing the shock in his voice.

 

 

 

 

"He sacrificed so much for me, and now it's my turn to take care of him."

 

 

 

 

Mr. Chen's eyes gleamed with joy.

 

"Your dad had to run away and hide from his enemies; he gave that watch to the caretaker as a symbol of the bond between them."

 

 

 

 

Dave's eyes widened in astonishment. He never expected to hear that.

 

"All this while my dad was president?"

 

 

 

 

"I already told you before that Mr. Chen also works for your dad."

 

Mr. Ronald said

 

 

 

 

"We've finally found you. You need to come home."

 

 

 

 

Mr. Ronald took a deep breath before responding. "Young master, I was assigned to look for you; it's been 15 years now."

 

 

 

 

"But what does it all mean? What am I supposed to do?" Dave asked, his mind still trying to process the enormity of the situation.

 

 

 

 

"Young master," Mr. Chen replied, his tone reassuring, "your father, Mr. President, needs you home.

 

 

 

 

Mr. Chen said this and went back to the car. He came back with a suitcase and took a deep breath.

 

 

 

 

"Take this 5000 million dollars, pay the caretaker's bill, and keep the rest."

 

 

 

"Wow, Mr.Ronald, am I dreaming?"

 

Dave asked with a stunning look.

 

 

 

 

"No, Dave, accept it and put everything in order before we come back for you."

 

 

 

 

Mr.Ronald said, and together with the guards and Mr.Chen, they drove away.

 

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