ANDREW The hot chicken soup shocked his almost dirty but handsome face with steam, carrying it with his bare hands without caring about the burns he would get from it. Andrew, a man with a rugged appearance and faded shoulder shirts, pushed open the door with a warm smile. "I brought your favorite chicken soup, Dora," he said, his smile spreading from ear to ear. However, as he scanned the room, his eyes froze on the empty bed, and his heart sank. "Dora! Where is Dora?" he exclaimed, his mind racing with panic. Just a few weeks ago, his daughter had been diagnosed with kidney failure, which had been ravaging her tiny body. His wife, Lisa, had been working tirelessly to pay off the mounting bills, while Andrew did his best to assist with the expenses. Shaking off his thoughts, Andrew rushed out of the room, his face drenched in cold sweat. "What could have happened to her?" he wondered, his mind filled with dread. "No, no, nothing bad has happened to Dora," he assured him
ANDREW "Young master Andrew. You finally decided to pick up my call." The voice from the other end of the line snorted out with a cough.. Andrew clenched his fist. For a while, it looked as though his tongue was tied to the roof of his mouth. Andrew swallowed his pride and humbled himself, recognizing that his child's life was more important than his ego. He took a deep breath and uttered the words that felt foreign to him, "I need your help." He paused, then continued, "My daughter is ill at Hopkins Hospital, and I require a transfer of five hundred thousand dollars to the hospital account for her treatment." This was the family he had vowed never to return to, but circumstances had forced him to put aside his pride. He added, "I don't want my grandfather involved in this, and I don't want anything to do with him." To his surprise, the response was, "Of course, young master. That's the easiest thing for me to do." Andrew was taken aback, expecting resistance or hesitation,
ANDREW "I'm the father of the child that you want thrown out. You seem to be a mother, however, you don't show any sympathy for a girl that's dying in pain?" He inquired with a slight frown. "So this is the father of the girl?" She said with amusement on her face. "If the father of the child is this rich and good looking. And wonder what would become of that poor girl?" She said with a sarcastic smile. Her frown returned when she turned around towards the already scared doctor who took a few steps backwards due to fear . "Why don't you tell me! You are the head doctor of this place. Have you been giving freebies to poor peasants like him?" She asked angrily. Doctor Williams was short of words once again. He didn't want to say anything that would provoke her. Even though she was not right, she was still the mother to the heir of the Hills family and had to be treated as such. "No ma'am, we will do no such thing. We got a call this morning for the child to be moved to the ex
ANDREW Prince Austin's eyes welled up with tears as he rushed to his father's feet, clinging to them with a pitiful expression. "Daddy, that man slapped me and hurt my face!" He wailed, pointing an accusing finger at Andrew, a sinister smile playing on his lips. The lady's initial smile had vanished, replaced by a raging scowl. "Yes, that monster slapped our son and refused us treatment, even after we paid for the exclusive ward! He claimed he had the right to it, instead of us, the biggest shareholders of this hospital!" She spat, her voice trembling with fury. The old man's face darkened, his eyes flashing with anger. "How dare he!" He thundered, his voice like a clap of thunder. "I'll show him the true meaning of power! He'll pay for his insolence!" The room seemed to grow smaller, And all the onlookers began to panic on Andrew’s behalf but he still stood tall, his eyes locked on the old man, a fierce determination burning within him. The onlookers held their breath, sensing t
ANDREW The attention in the room was now shifted to the new stranger. No one in the room knew him. He didn't even strike a chord in the heart of anyone that was there. Even though he was looking rich, there was no way he would be able to compete with someone like Mr. Hills. Mrs. Hills stepped forward angrily seeing that her process of getting her revenge had been interrupted. "Who are you and how dare you stop this process?" She thundered. It suddenly clicked on her that Andrew had brought his cell phone out a while ago and she laughed out loud. "So this is it? This is the person that thought could stand against my darling husband. You must be the world's biggest joker. He isn't even known by anyone else. You just brought a pathetic loser like yourself! Ttffeww!." she scolded. Hearing these words almost made the old man flare up. However, he was still able to keep himself together. How could any of them that were around the place know such a world power like him..If thi
ANDREW Mrs. Hills could not believe her eyes. Her husband kneeling down before the man that she was supposed to take down by them? Was the world now playing a trick on her? "Honey. What are you doing? Why are you kneeling down before this lowly runt?" She glared, still confused at what was unfolding before her. "Don't you know that we are going to become a laughing stock before everyone if this goes out to the public?" She inquired. "Huh?" Dora is confused. She sniffed and her tears were already slowing down gradually. "Daddy. What's going on?" She inquired, confused. Austin looked at Dora angrily. Seeing that his father was kneeling down before her father, his ego was being destroyed. "Dad, what are you doing?" He was trying as hard as he could to suppress the anger that was gradually rising in the inside of him. "Do you really intend to make me a laughing stock before everyone?" "Fool, scumbag! how dare you?" His father, who had treated him like an angel that fell do
ANDREW "What have you done?" her father bellowed, his anger palpable through the phone. The sound of his hands slamming on the table made her jump. She had never heard him so furious before, and she was paralyzed with fear. "Do you know how many years our family has stood strong without your help? We've been the oldest family to rise to fame in this city, maintaining our rank among the top ten for over a thousand years. But thanks to your actions, our family no longer exists!" Mrs. Hills could feel that her father's voice was cracked as he spoke. There was an excessive amount of pain rising through him at the moment. Sandra's eyes widened in horror as she gazed at Mr. Patrick. "Could it be that he's the one who did this to us?" she thought, her mind racing. Just a minute ago, he made a call, and now her family is destroyed? She gulped, her heart pounding in her chest. What had she done? She was scared. Mr. Patrick's power and control were overwhelming. He wasn't even among the to
ANDREW He wondered, "Is this person not a member of the family? If not, how did he gain so much power and influence?" He was puzzled and skeptical, thinking to himself, "Does he think I'm foolish enough to believe this?" He scowled, but decided to play along, at least for now. With a hint of confusion in his voice, he asked, "What are you talking about? Don't your own words sound confusing to you?" He probed further, asking as though he was seeking clarification on the mysterious situation even though a part of him felt like he was about to be lied to. Mr. Patrick let out a really deep sigh. "You don't have to pretend, I know the thoughts that are already only going through your head. When I am done explaining, I am sure that you are going to understand everything." He added. "First of all, I never wanted you to be back to the family. I have always been loyal to your parents and them only.” He smiled briefly and continued. “As you know, your father was adopted and owed all ri