THE UPRISING OF THE TRILLIONAIRE'S HEIR

Where Is My Son?

Back at home, Andrew couldn't even sleep at all as he kept on rolling on the bed trying to think about what his son might be going through since it's been a while since he last heard from him.

He stood up from his bed and dialed his son's number all over again while his heart kept on beating so fast as he kept on thinking about his son, Mason, and all that he might be going through as he didn’t follow him to whatever location he might be.

After staring at his phone while watching it ring with no response he unlocked the door of his room and rushed downstairs with his phone on his hands while his hands shivered.

“Sir Andrew, What’s the problem? Who is chasing you?” Aunty Margret and the two available cleaners cleaning the dining table rushed to his front to question him.

Andrew placed his hands on his chest trying to catch up with his breath as he spoke to them,

“I’m… I….My…” he kept on panting out loud while trying to speak to them but the more he tried the more he kept on stutterin