"Where are you going?" Derek had his eyes raise from where he was standing.
He stared at his father whose eyes seemed guilty as though he was caught.
"I'm going to work Derek." Maurice responded to his son.
"But I've told you that there is no need to work anymore. I have enough money now to care for you both." Derek's heart saddened at every glance at his father.
He neared his father and grabbed his work bag from him. "There is no need for this." He said to him.
Judith rushed out from the kitchen upon hearing their voices. She watched as Derek threw his father's bag to a corner.
"From today, both of you will cease to work."
Judith she ghed as she walked to her husband, "Derek who is this person that you claimed to have given you enough money?" She asked as her eyes squinted in concern.
"It's a friend I met in prison. You both don't have to worry anymore."
"Derek, don't be mad. We are used to taking care of ourselves. It's been five years, staying at home and doing nothing feels strange, especially for your father Derek." Judith held her husband and helped him to the chair.
"How does he expect to work in such shape?" Derek frowned at his father.
Maurice eyes widened, he thought that Derek would find out so soon about the pain in his back.
"Derek..." Maurice muttered.
When Derek saw how stiff his father was moving due to his waist pain, he walked to the room and got a pain relieve.
"Here..." He sat beside his father, "Let me apply some on you."
He applied the ointment on his father's waist.
Maurice blinked again, the pain in his back easing more than it had in years. "This... this is incredible. Where did you get this?"
"A friend gave it to me," Derek lied smoothly, not wanting to explain too much. "I have more if you need it. But you don’t have to work anymore. I’ll take care of everything now."
Judith exchanged a glance with Maurice, "Derek, it feels too good to be true. After everything we’ve been through..."
"I understand," Derek said gently.
When Maurice noticed the tension in his body were slowly disappearing, he was amazed. "I can barely feel any pain." He smiled at Derek and then said. "Alright, son. If this is what you want, I’ll quit the site. I’ve had enough of that work anyway."
Judith s eyes twitched with excitement when she heard Maurice words. She smiled at Derek and reached for his hands.
"Thank you, Son. I don’t know what we’d do without you."
Derek felt his insides slowly came to an ease. Finally, his parents would no longer suffer.
Just then the stranger who have been sending his parents envelope the past years crossed his mind.
Derek walked to his room, and picked the envelope. Glancing through the letters, the handwritting were unfamiliar.
He wondered who would do such favor for a friend they only met once. He took in a deep breath, as he placed the letters on the desk.
....
The next morning, after making sure his parents were comfortable, Derek decided to clear his head with a walk.
The fresh air felt good, and he relished the feeling of being free after so many years of confinement. He strolled through the park, lost in thought, when a sudden cry broke through his reverie.
"Help! Someone help, please!"
Derek's gaze snapped to a woman kneeling beside an elderly man who had collapsed on the ground. Without a second thought, he rushed over.
The woman was frantic, her hands shaking as she tried to shake the old man awake. "Grandfather, please!"
Derek knelt beside them, quickly assessing the situation, in no minute, he knelt beside her and ordered-
"Move aside."
The woman raised her gaze and stared at Derek for a moment.
Her tear-filled eyes wide with fear. Thinking Derek might be a doctor, she immediately moved aside.
"Can you help him?"
"I can." Derek didn’t waste any time. He pressed specific points on the old man’s body.
After which he deep his hand in his pocket, pulling out a small pill and placed it in the old man’s mouth. Within moments, the man’s breathing steadied, and his eyes fluttered open.
Laura's eyes widened in shock. When her grandfather coughed, her hands instantly flew to her mouth. "Grandfather...!"
The old man blinked in confusion before his gaze settled on a dashing young man. "What... what happened?"
"He is alright now," Derek said softly, helping him sit up.
Laura was still shaking. Her eyes were fixed at Severin in amusement. "How did you do that? Who are you? You.. are a doctor right?"
Derek sighed, standing up and brushing the dirt off his knees. "I’m not a doctor, but I know a little bit of medicine."
Laura narrowed her eyes. "Learned a few things? What does that mean? What did you give him? Are you a fraud?"
"It was just a pill," Derek said, irritation creeping into his voice. "If you’re not grateful for the fact that I saved his life, then don’t worry about it. You can take him to a hospital if you don’t trust me."
Laura frowned at him. "Why would I trust you. You are a scammer ain't you?"
Derek rolled his eyes at her. Her worries were understandable, seeing as the patient, Henry, was family to her. However, since her grandfather looked better than before and it was all thanks to his abilities, the least she could do was show her gratitude and let it end there instead of doubting him.“What did you give him?” Laura demanded, her voice rose after each word, “What kind of pill was that?”Derek glanced at her, a flicker of annoyance in his eyes but he forced his face to remain calm.“The pill doesn’t matter,” he said, his voice firm. “What matters is that your grandfather is alive.”Laura took a step forward and tilted her chin in defiance,“Are you even a doctor? What gives you the right to—”“To what?” Derek interrupted, his anger got away from him,“To save his life? Would you rather I had stood back and waited for an ambulance? By the time they arrived, he would have been dead.” He crossed his arms, staring her down. “But I guess you’d prefer a man in a white coat to hand
Derek stepped into the grand entrance of the bank, he stood tall as he accessed the people in the bank. He was used to the stares, the sneers from people who judged him before they knew anything about him. Today was no different.He walked toward the counter where a wealthy woman, decked out in layers of gold and diamonds, turned to look at him. Her face twisted with an emotion he was familiar with, disdain. "What is this?" she scoffed, her voice loud enough to echo across the lobby. "Security, why is this homeless man allowed in here?" Her words dripped with venom, and she made no effort to lower her voice. Derek could feel the weight of her judgment, but he kept walking.A security guard appeared beside him, he was there to escort Derek out. "Sir," the guard said, his tone measured, "I’m going to have to ask you to leave.""I’m not here to cause trouble," Severin replied calmly. "I’m here to withdraw some money."The woman, hearing this, let out a shrill laugh. "Money? You? Don’t m
"Allow me to assist you with your business here today Mr...""Derek." Derek took in a deep breath as he followed after the bank manager. Robert welcomed Derek inside the vip and showed him the couch to sit."What exactly do you want sir?" The manager asked."I want to know the exact amount in my card." Derek raised his brows. The manager then smiled and said, "But sir we would need to verify that you own the account." Derek smiled. He remembered old wacko had made sure everything was in place. "Sure."The bank manager gaze swept Derek's body and he found it hard to believe that Derek could own a gold vip card.Robert was in charge of all the vip in the bank, and never has he met Derek before.Robert ope ed the safe and bright out the fingerprint identification device then turned to Derek, "Place your hand here." Immediately Derek did, it turned green. The details flashed on the verification screen. Balance, $200,000,000,000Robert almost choked trying to count the number of zeros
The heavy iron gates of North Pole Prison creaked open, the cold air biting into Derek Irvington's skin as he stepped forward, a free man for the first time in five long years.Behind him was the tall prison fortress. A prison whose reputation precedes it. No one has ever escaped from the north pole prison, and even the prisoners released were mostly in a body bag, but Derek have made it. As he stared at the prison gate, the memories of his time here flashed in his mind, but as much as his thoughts clouded his heart, he could never forget how he had been imprisoned wrongly.Derek cast another glance back at the walls that had held him captive. “I could’ve left whenever I wanted,” he muttered under his breath.His brows twitched as he recalled the pains of the past. But the memory was instantly washed away by the one true person he met during his time in the prison.Old Wacko!Derek's thoughts drifted to Old Wacko, an elderly inmate. Old wacko was the only reason Derek had remained i
"Lucy?" Derek's voice was low and quivering as he walked inside the room. Immediately, Lucy heard him, she quickly turned to look at him.It was strange, Derek wasn't supposed to be out by now. Her eyes squinted further, and when she realized it was him, a scornful laugh escaped her lips."It's really you. What are you doing here?" She sat on the bed, latching on the man's arms as she smiled at Derek.Derek could swear his eyes stretched deceiving him. She was smiling, as though there was nothing wrong, as if, he was nothing.He could feel the vibration of shock, flowing through his veins and his knees, struggling to keep him on his feet.Derek was surprised that Lucy made no effort to cover herself up. And her gaze towards him was filled with nothing but contempt."I thought it weren't time yet..." Lucy turned to the man on the bed and asked, "Easton, wasn't he supposed to be in jail for ten years?"Easton laughed and said, "I don't know, and I don't care. Do you care?" Easton raise
"No more excuses old woman, you have to pay up your debt today." The leader of the thugs who had a scar on his face yelled at Judith.Derek's eyes were ripped off every emotion as he stood there with brows furrowed in confusion.He held his mother gently on her arm, staring into her eyes as though he could read her thoughts.When he noticed his mother's gaze lowered, his heart broke."It's the money we owe Easton. After selling the house to him, it still wasn't enough to cover up the debts of the charges against you."Derek's eyes clenched shut as he heard those words. Easton have ripped him off his house, and now his parents have been suffering for his debt.The thugs grabbed few sticks they found on the ground and surrounded them."Bring out the money now." The leader ordered. As he walked closer to Judith.Judith quickly went inside the house and came out with a small bag of money. She handed it over to the leader. When the thug opened the bag, he saw the one dollar bills and a fe
Derek stood at the entrance. It was dark and the snowflakes fell on him.The coldness of the weather couldn't freeze the tears that trickled down his cheeks as he watched his mother pacing in the cold, with shoes that wasn't strong enough to keep her feet warm.She had no socks, neither was her coat thick enough to keep her warm. Derek lowered his head, panting heavily as he struggled to stop the tears that were flowing like a cascade.Judith stopped to look at the gate again. On seeing Derek, she heaved a sigh of relief.Her lips widened as a smile appeared on her face. For a moment, she was scared that they were going to take her son again. "Derek, come inside." She called out but Derek didn't move an inch.She walked to him and grabbed his hand leading him inside the house."Derek!" she exclaimed, her voice shaking. "Did they hurt you? What happened? I was so afraid!"Severin forced a smile, though the fury still churned in his chest. “No, Mama, I’m fine. They didn’t hurt me.” He
Derek stood in the kitchen, leaning against the worn counter as he watched his mother stir a pot of stew. The warmth of the small stove filled the room, but it couldn’t melt the heaviness in his chest. The years apart had been brutal for his parents.As Judith turned to give him a taste of what she was preparing, Derek feigned a smile as he stared at the lines on his mother's face. They were deeper, her hands more frail, and her movements slower.“I’m just so happy you’re back, Derek." Judith said softly, her voice thick with emotion. She glanced over her shoulder with a smile that reached her tired eyes. “I’m going to cook you something special. You’ve been away too long. You must be starving.”Derek smiled, though it didn’t reach his eyes. He watched her hands tremble slightly as she chopped vegetables for the stew. His heart ached, knowing how much his parents had sacrificed during his imprisonment. “You don’t have to do that, Mum."Judith paused, her shoulders slumping for a m