THE RETURN OF THE DEAD HEIR

IT'S A MIRACLE!

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Philip refused to look back, he walked out with so much grace. He shut his eyes, feeling rage burning on the inside.

The woman he had devoted five years of his life to, was cheating on him, leaving him feeling betrayed.

As he exited the building, an elderly lady approached him and asked, “Excuse me, please; where is Michael Peterson's funeral taking place?”

She stepped out of the latest Bugatti La Voiture Noire and Philip couldn't help but marvel in awe at such elegance.

It was Lady Margaret, Micheal Peterson's late wife's best friend in college. She came to pay her condolences to the bereaved.

“The next hall to your left” he replied with respect.

“Thank you.” She paused for a moment and then asked, “What's your name child?” The old lady inquired as a tall, muscular bodyguard, fully black-suited with dark shades, stepped out of the car to accompany her.

Philip became curious at her sudden display of interest. Why did the old lady want to know his name? “Philip, ma'am, my name is Phillip,” he answered, lowering his head.

Lady Margaret was astounded by the striking resemblance Philip shared with her late son, Freddrick.

‘Why did he look so much like Freddrick?’ she whispered to herself.

She leaned in for a closer look and she was taken aback. Astonished by the similarity in their green eyes, dark curly hair, and striking features.

She felt an undeniable connection. Could he be Freddrick's son?

Clearing her throat, she said, ” If it's fine by you, I would love for you to come visit me sometime. Take my card; if you ever need help, don't hesitate to reach out to me.”

Philip accepted the card, feeling a sense of curiosity as he left. He hopped on his scooter and set off towards the hospital.

Riding through the chilly winter air, he fidgeted as his anger was about to rip him apart. Memories of Elena flashed in his mind and he felt broken.

Every word Elena had said kept ringing in his head continuously, melting his heart and causing his mind to play out the whole scenario he had just witnessed.

But he refused to let the pain consume him.

“I will never forgive you, Elena, never!” He growled, tightening his grip on the wings of the scooter as he vowed and moved forward.

Elena's actions took him by surprise, but he knew he needed to check on his best friend. He hadn't waited for the money. He left the funeral in a tornado of emotions.

Arriving at the hospital, he parked his scooter in the parking lot and glared at the building, muttering to himself, “What next, Philip ?” He exhaled deeply, gathering his thoughts.

He entered the building and headed straight to the doctor’s office.

“Mr. Philip, welcome. Please have a seat.” The doctor said, gesturing at an empty chair. Clearing his throat, he continued, “Have you been able to pay the bill ?”

Philip took a seat, looking tired and calm as he took in a deep breath.

He placed his hands on the table and crossed them, leaning forward, “Doctor, I.. l need your help. I just need a little more time.” He uttered, pleading.

The doctor removed his glasses and shook his head. "Mr . Philip, I've done everything in my power there's is nothing more I can do. ” He answered.

“But l-”

A knock at the door interrupted him as someone entered the office, “A patient needs to see you urgently, sir.” The receptionist informed him.

“Urgently? Hmm.. Okay, let them in," the doctor signaled, waving his left hand at the receptionist.

He smothered his lips and said with a firm expression, “I think you need to leave, Mr. Philip, I've done all I can do.” He gestured at the door.

The patient entered the office, and the doctor's demeanor instantly brightened.

He jumped up from his seat, causing his eyes to pop out glaringly, “ Madam!” He grinned, “What brings you here today?”

Philip turned his head back to see the patient. He recognized this woman from earlier.

He remained silent, choosing to observe, lowering his head and making himself invisible as he sat and watched the doctor praise her as though she was royalty.

She narrowed her eyes at Philip and said, “Philip! What are you doing here? Is everything fine?” The patient asked in a genuine tone, wearing a surprised expression on her face.

“Mr Philip? Do you know her?” The doctor looked between them with curiosity.

“Yes, we've met before," Philip replied confidently. "I came here to visit my friend but I'll take my leave now, doctor.”

“Can I offer any help ?” She asked, studying his troubled expression.

‘Do I tell her about Alfred?’ he thought in his heart, weighing his options. ‘No, I barely know this woman.’

“No madam, I appreciate your concern.” He said bowing his head slightly while letting out a faint smile.

Philip left the doctor's office and went to Alfred's ward. He walked snobbishly, feeling uneasy and dejected. On getting there, he felt a wave of devastation at seeing his friend in such a state.

He didn't want to lose him. He rested his head on his knee and ran his fingers through his hair. He felt everything around him spinning out of control.

Three nurses entered, carrying beautifully arranged baskets in their hands filled with fruits, groceries, beverages, and so on.

One of them began to decorate Alfred's ward while the others mopped his body and attended to him.

They changed his bedsheet and placed him on a will chair, taking care of him and monitoring him kindly.

“Excuse me, please, who brought all these gifts ?” Philip asked, looking up from the chair; his eyes froze with evident curiousness as he asked one of the nurses.

“We are just following the doctor's orders, sir," she answered with a warm smile and bowed.

Philip nodded and ran back to the doctor's office to ask about the miracle that had just happened. He was so close to giving up on Alfred.

He knocked on the door and opened it eagerly without waiting for a response, his chest panting as he breathed out loudly, “Doc, who gave Alfred those amazing gifts?”

The doctor spun his chair forward and said, “ Consider yourself a lucky man; someone donated thirty million dollars to the hospital for Alfred's ailment. We will try our best to help him recover.”

“Thirty million dollars!!!????” His mouth fell open.