The Aggressive Billionaire

Chapter 67

Argentina 1947

Fifteen year old Windsor walked down the bustling city streets, his shoulders hunched with the weight of his burdens, his head bent like a dying flower. It was too much for him to carry. He needed help. He badly needed one.

His steps were heavy, matching the heaviness in his heart.

His mother was sick and there was no money to continue the ALS treatment. 10 years ago he had lost all his family members in a car accident except for his mother. Together they went through the hardships of life. They were poor but at least they had each other. 2 years ago, his mother fell ill and she never got better. They had been in and out of the hospitals. All their savings had disappeared into thin air. It was barely enough for his mother’s treatment. In fact it was like a drop in the ocean compared to what they needed. Windsor was fired from work 2 weeks ago because he had insulted a customer. He had bleed on someone who didn’t hurt him but no one understood his predicament. He neede