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THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR A DEBT TOO HEAVY
Just then, Mr. Craig arrived at the orphanage on his old scooter. As he rode up to the house, he noticed Mr. Charles Loucke standing in front of the entrance, glaring at Martha and Marvin. Quickly, he parked his scooter, removed his helmet, and switched off the engine. Without a moment's hesitation, he rushed over to Mr. Charles, breathing heavily from his hurry. "Good afternoon, Mr. Loucke," he said, his voice was tired but respectful. "I apologize for keeping you waiting. Here—" Mr. Craig reached into his bag and pulled out a bundle of cash. "I just got my salary, and this is half of it. Five thousand dollars. Please, bear with us a little longer. I promise we’ll pay you everything we owe." Mr. Charles’s face twisted with disdain as he looked at Mr. Craig, as if he were something unpleasant he had stepped in. Martha’s face tightened with worry, and she grabbed her husband's arm. "Craig," she whispered urgently, her eyes were full of concern. "If you give him half of you
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR A FRACTURED FAITH
As Mr. Craig entered the room, he saw his wife, Martha, sitting on the edge of the bed, her shoulders were shaking as she cried. He felt a pang in his chest and moved quietly to her side, placing a gentle hand on her back.“Martha,” he whispered with a soft voice. “Why are you crying?”She looked up at him, her eyes had already turned red and it was filled with pain. She sniffled and wiped her face, trying to steady her voice. But the words tumbled out, heavy with frustration.“Why do you let people treat you this way?” she began, with her voice breaking. “Ever since we decided to take care of these orphaned children, our lives have been so hard. The money from your job and even the small amount of money we get from the government isn’t enough to take care of them.”Mr. Craig sighed and tried to calm her. “Come on, Martha. That’s no reason to cry. This is a mission—a good work we’re doing. We’re doing it because we have kind hearts. Yes, there are challenges, but that’s just part of
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR LOCKED DOORS AND HEAVY HEARTS
The next two days passed with Marvin spending long hours in the orphanage library, working alongside Kelly on her wind-powered generator. He taught her new techniques and explained some key principles of physics that would make her project more efficient. They adjusted the angle of the blades, improved the wiring, and made changes that allowed the generator to capture even a small breeze more effectively. With each improvement, Kelly’s confidence grew.Kelly was focused, watching every step Marvin took and noting down his explanations. She asked questions whenever she didn’t understand something, and Marvin patiently explained everything until it made sense to her.On the second afternoon, as they were deep in their work, Mr. Craig, walked in quietly, not wanting to disturb them. He watched them for a moment with a gentle smile, admiring the dedication both of them were showing."Hmmm, you’ve begun your project work, huh?" Mr. Craig said softly.Kelly looked up, smiling. "No, Dad,
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE LOCK AND THE NOOSE
The gurgling sounds from behind Mr. Craig's door grew louder and more frightening. Marvin, Kelly, and Mason stood frozen for a moment, as fear spread across their faces."We need to do something! How do we open this door?" Marvin said, as his voice was tense.Kelly’s face was pale, her hands started shaking as she held onto her crutches. She looked around, confused and panicked. "I… I don’t know," she stammered. "The spare key to the room is with Momma, and Mr. Craig usually has the master key to all the rooms."The air was thick with worry, and each passing second felt like an eternity. Finally, Mason spoke up. "I could run to Momma’s shop and tell her we need the spare key."Kelly looked at him, with hope flickering in her eyes. "Yes, Mason! Go to Momma’s shop, now! Hurry!" She urged him, her voice was shaking.Without another word, Mason turned and dashed out of the house, running as fast as he could toward the sewing shop.As the sound of Mason’s footsteps faded, Kelly’s worry g
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR A BREATH AWAY
His body was limp, and his face was ashen, eyes half-lidded and unfocused. His hands twitched faintly, his fingers scraping weakly against the air as he struggled to draw in a shallow, rasping breath."No!" Kelly screamed, dropping her crutches and stumbling forward, reaching desperately toward her father. "Papa! Papa, please!"Marvin grabbed her arm, his own heart was pounding wildly, trying to keep her back. "Kelly, wait—he’s still breathing! We can save him!"Kelly’s gaze snapped to him and her eyes were brimming with tears, hope was warring with terror on her face. Together, they lunged forward. Marvin climbed onto a nearby chair, his hands were shaking as he struggled to reach the knot around Mr. Craig’s neck. Kelly, gasping through her sobs, steadied the chair for him, gripping it as tightly as her trembling hands would allow.“Hurry, Marvin!” she cried, her voice was breaking. “Please—hurry!”The knot was tight and stubborn, digging cruelly into Mr. Craig’s neck. Marvin’s fi
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR BURDENS TOO HEAVY TO BEAR
Marvin knelt down beside Mrs. Martha, his face turned soft with understanding. He could see her hands shaking as she tried to hold back her tears.Her gaze was locked on her husband, who was now weak and barely able to meet her eyes.“Mrs. Martha,” Marvin said gently, reaching out to touch her shoulder. “Please don’t take this to heart. Mr. Craig… he’s struggling mentally we all know why. He needs help, not anger. This isn’t your fault, and it’s not a reflection of you. Right now, he needs understanding, not judgment.”Mrs. Martha’s lips trembled as fresh tears filled her eyes. Her voice was thick with pain as she spoke. “How could he… how could he try to leave us like this? How could he even think of leaving me and all these children behind?” Her eyes, filled with hurt, turned to her husband. “Do you know what that would have done to us?” she demanded, her voice was breaking.Mr. Craig lowered his head as guilt was written all over his face. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, as his voice w
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE MONSTER AT THE DOOR
The week had flown by, and the tension was thick in the air. Mr. Craig's deadline was today—he was to pay the thirty thousand dollars he owed Mr Charles, a debt that had loomed over the family like a dark cloud. Outside the orphanage home, the children played, their laughter was the only light in an otherwise heavy day.Then, the sound of engines rumbled up the street, shattering the peace. Mr. Charles drove up, with his car leading a small convoy. Two other cars pulled up behind him, each carrying four large, intimidating men.The teenage orphans who were kicking around a soccer ball stopped in their tracks, their eyes were wide with fear. The younger children who’d been playing tag froze, then scattered, their little feet was pounding the ground as they raced back toward the orphanage. They knew trouble when they saw it.One of the youngest girls, quicker than the others, dashed inside and ran straight to the kitchen, where Mrs. Martha was cooking.“Mama! Mama!” she cried, her v
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR HOPE ON THE HORIZON 1
The men spread out, moving through the house like shadows. They didn’t waste any time, opening doors and tossing furniture aside. One of them stormed into the bedroom where the youngest children slept. He grabbed a small wooden bed and, with little effort, flipped it over, sending blankets and stuffed animals scattering across the floor. One of the orphans, a small boy, barely five, tried to gather his things, clutching a tattered teddy bear. The man only sneered and kicked the bear out of his hands.Another child, a girl with wide, tearful eyes, tried to grab her shoes as one of the men dragged her by the arm. "Leave me alone!" She kicked and wriggled, desperate to hold on to the small things she called her own, but he only tightened his grip, ignoring her screams.Outside, Mr. Charles stood with his arms crossed, a cold smile was on his face as he watched his men work. He didn’t seem to care about the cries of the children or the pleas of Mrs. Martha, who followed them from roo
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