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"What do I want?" Tyler demanded firmly, fixing his gaze on the bank manager, his eyes chipping away at the man's composure. "I want to become a shareholder in this bank."Fast forward to the hospital room, where Tyler sat by his mother's side, lost in memories of his encounter with the bank manager. Against all odds, they had relented and granted him the opportunity to be a shareholder. It was an unexpected twist of fate that Tyler wasted no time seizing. The bank's decision-makers recognized his potential to positively influence their institution.With his mother's hand resting gently on his, Tyler still couldn't fully grasp the enormity of what he had achieved. A person who once struggled to have three square meals a day was now a shareholder in a bank. Tears of joy welled up in his eyes as he gazed at his unconscious mother. He tenderly caressed her hand, feeling a mixture of overwhelming emotions, and he let out a deep, heartfelt sigh.Clara's cruel words echoed in Tyler's mind o
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"Doctor, what's wrong?" Tyler asked, his eyes flaring up with growing intensity. His heart pounded heavily, rendering him frozen yet ablaze with emotion. The doctor's eyebrows curled upwards, and he let out a deep sigh."Her condition has worsened," Doctor Samuel explained in a calm tone, "and at this point, she desperately needs surgery to remove the turmoil and mitigate the rapid and extensive spreading." "Then what are you waiting for? Do the goddamn surgery! Nothing should happen to my mother! Nothing!" Tyler growled, his head shaking aggressively in frustration. "I'm sorry, Sir, but I cannot," the doctor pleaded, shaking his head. "What are you talking about? Why can't you do it? Aren't you a doctor? Aren't you trained for this?" Tyler's voice was like a calm roar, akin to the slow but devastating approach of a destructive storm."As I mentioned earlier, the surgeon who specializes in this type of procedure is currently unavailable. He went on a trip to Mexico for a seminar an
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Hours had passed since Tyler’s conversation with Doctor Jason, and now the doctor had arrived in the country during the early hours of the night. Without a moment's hesitation, he plunged into the crucial surgery. Tyler, filled with anxiety and worry, paced outside the intensive care unit, beads of sweat adorning his furrowed brow. His hands flailed about in a frenzy, mirroring the tumultuous thoughts racing through his mind.Beside him stood Fiorenzo, a steadfast presence, accompanied by two other guards. The clock neared nine in the evening, and the operation was still underway, shrouded in a veil of uncertainty and suspense. The air was thick with tension, each passing minute seeming to stretch into an eternity.Desperate for answers, Tyler's sense of urgency propelled him toward a nurse who emerged from the room. His hands reached out, palms upturned, as if pleading for a glimpse into the current situation. "Please, what's going on?" he implored, his voice tinged with desperation.
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The doctor's countenance, though pale and wearied from the arduous procedure, blossomed into a smile that held the weight of triumph. "She's fine. The surgery was a success," he pronounced, his words carrying the potency of a life-altering revelation. In that instant, Tyler's eyes welled up with a mixture of shock, relief, and unadulterated joy. Tears glistened, shimmering like crystals upon his lashes, as an overwhelming sense of gratitude cascaded through his being.Awestruck, Tyler struggled to find words amidst the surge of emotions that threatened to consume him. "Are you... Are you serious?" he stammered, his voice trembling with a blend of disbelief and unrestrained hope.The doctor's smile persisted, radiating warmth and reassurance. "Yes, I am. The surgery was a success," he reiterated, his smile widening, stretching the edges of his face. The weight of his words sank into Tyler's consciousness, lifting the burdensome weight that had settled upon his shoulders.Overflowing wi
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Tyler hurriedly approached his mother, who lay on the bed, still struggling to find comfort. Beads of sweat trickled down his forehead as his hands trembled, desperately seeking solace for his mother's weary body. With a slight curve in his posture, he leaned in closer, fixating his gaze upon her face."Mom! Are you okay?" he uttered, his voice tinged with a blend of fear and relief, grateful to witness even the slightest glimmer of consciousness from his beloved mother.Her eyes remained tightly shut, as if clinging to a veil of darkness, while she managed to emit soft, muffled grunts. Feebly, her hands left the confines of the bed, moving slowly and jerkily, devoid of strength, until they found their way to Tyler's face. Through her eyelashes, still weighed down by the lingering effects of anesthesia, she managed to open her eyes, their dryness accentuating her weakness."Tyler," she whispered, her voice feeble yet just barely audible.As tears welled up in Tyler's eyes, he whispere
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The next day arrived, and with determination in his eyes, Tyler proceeded to relocate his mother to a new house, a dwelling he had entrusted Fiorenzo with the responsibility of procuring. Recognizing his mother's dissatisfaction with her hospital stay, she had expressed her discomfort to the doctor, prompting her discharge. However, an attentive nurse was assigned to accompany her until she regained complete wellness, a gesture befitting the mother of the hospital's owner."Mother, what seems to be troubling you?" Tyler inquired, noticing the persistent sternness in her gaze that refused to wane."Why have you brought us to this place, Tyler? This isn't our abode," she questioned, her eyebrows arched with curiosity.With a warm smile, Tyler settled himself on the nearby couch, positioned closely to her bed, taking a moment to absorb the ambiance of the room. "If you'll pardon us for a moment," he kindly requested, prompting the nurse to swiftly exit the room, leaving them alone."Mot
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Tyler was consumed by relentless contemplation, his mind swirling with the weight of his mother's words. He sought solace on the balcony, as the evening sun painted the sky with vibrant hues. The sight of the sun setting held a mesmerizing allure, but his thoughts remained in turmoil, a chaotic dance of confusion and uncertainty. The enigma that baffled him the most was his mother's inability to provide a single reason for her adamant refusal to let him listen to Lady Guila or accompany her to Italy to manage the family business.A heavy sigh escaped Tyler's lips, carrying with it the exasperation that clung to his soul. Gripped by frustration, he continued to mercilessly squash the small green ball nestled within his right hand. Each firm squeeze released a modicum of the pent-up tension that coursed through his veins, as if this simple act of compression served as a conduit for the emotions threatening to overwhelm him."Sir, you requested my presence," the nurse in charge of Tyler'
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"What's going on?" Tyler inquired, his curiosity tinged with a touch of apprehension.Fiorenzo wasted no time in responding, divulging the unsettling news that Tyler's mother was determined to leave the house at any cost. The words struck Tyler like a bolt of lightning, coursing through his veins and instantly igniting a surge of emotions within him. His blood boiled, his muscles tensed, and a sense of foreboding settled upon him like a heavy shroud.Frustration gnawed at Tyler's core as he grappled with the gravity of the situation. He recognized the importance of keeping his mother within the confines of the house, safeguarding her from potential harm or undesirable consequences. With an air of urgency, he implored Fiorenzo, "Please, do whatever it takes to prevent her from leaving. It is absolutely crucial that she remains here, no matter the circumstances," his words laced with a mixture of determination and pleading.As Tyler delivered his instructions, a wave of exasperation wa
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The sound of the gunshot shattered the tense silence, the explosive discharge filling the air with a sharp crack that seemed to tear through the fabric of the room. It was Tyler’s own firearm, the 5.54 caliber entrusted to him by Andrea, the weapon now acting on his impromptu decision, aimed not at an enemy but in defense of Lady Guila. In the chaos, Andrea staggered backward, a splatter of crimson bursting forth from the wound on the right side of his chest, his body collapsing in a slow, anguished descent.Tyler’s heart raced, adrenaline surging through his veins as he witnessed the sudden turn of events. His eyes widened in a mixture of disbelief and realization. While his actions were impulsive, the consequences now lay before him, a pang of remorse piercing his chest. Not for the act of firing the shot, but for the unexpected twist fate had taken, allowing Andrea, despite his wrongdoings, a swift departure instead of facing the due consequences.“You… you bastard,” Andrea’s voice
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“Did you just ask me what I have ever done for you?” Lady Guila’s voice, softened by a trace of hurt, quivered as she struggled to comprehend Rosie’s and Andrea’s conversation in the dimly lit room.“Oh, indeed, that’s precisely what I questioned. What contributions have you made? I’ve poured my soul into your company and family. From the tenderest years, I’ve toiled ceaselessly for this establishment and your kin, yet what recompense have I received? Nothing. Instead, you’ve ushered in this outsider, claiming he’s your heir to inherit the family legacy. Do you fathom the profound devastation I felt when that decision was made?” Andrea’s words, laden with bitterness, reverberated off the walls of the enclosed space.Lady Guila’s widened eyes reflected her astonishment and a hint of dismay as she absorbed Andrea’s impassioned words. Despite Tyler’s persistent warnings about Andrea’s deceitful nature, she’d vehemently dismissed them, holding steadfast faith in him. Never could she have f
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Chapter 152
Tyler’s eyes flew wide open at the unexpected sound, snapping him out of a dreamlike state. It was as if a shotgun had gone off in his mind, the clarity jolting him awake, his senses racing to determine who had uttered those four crucial words. As his eyes snapped open, Jen glanced toward the source of the voice, her gaze locking onto the same spot. Tyler’s breath hitched as his eyes widened in shock, his jaw dropping slightly in disbelief.“Grandma?” Tyler faltered, the word catching in his throat as shock rippled through him. The sudden appearance of his grandmother stood like an unexpected apparition in the room, rendering a peculiar stillness among them all. Today, Grandma stood so far away from Tyler, an impossible distance that seemed to widen as he remained glued to his seat, unable to bridge the gap. Fiorenzo hovered protectively behind her, flanked by two other men whose presence added an air of solemnity to the unexpected reunion.The tension in the room was palpable, a char
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Chapter 151
Tyler’s eyes flew wide open at the unexpected sound, snapping him out of a dreamlike state. It was as if a shotgun had gone off in his mind, the clarity jolting him awake, his senses racing to determine who had uttered those four crucial words. As his eyes snapped open, Jen glanced toward the source of the voice, her gaze locking onto the same spot. Tyler’s breath hitched as his eyes widened in shock, his jaw dropping slightly in disbelief.“Grandma?” Tyler faltered, the word catching in his throat as shock rippled through him. The sudden appearance of his grandmother stood like an unexpected apparition in the room, rendering a peculiar stillness among them all. Today, Grandma stood so far away from Tyler, an impossible distance that seemed to widen as he remained glued to his seat, unable to bridge the gap. Fiorenzo hovered protectively behind her, flanked by two other men whose presence added an air of solemnity to the unexpected reunion.The tension in the room was palpable, a char
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Chapter 150
“Can I please talk to my mother one last time because you can do with me what you want to do,” Tyekr whispered, his voice trembling as he perched on the edge of the chair, his body taut with tension, each moment ticking away like a fragile heartbeat.“Awnnn, you want to cry to Mama and tell her how much you love her and will miss her?” Andrea’s words dripped with derision, her tone mocking and cruel.Tyler felt the sting of Mareas’ cutting words, each syllable like a lash upon his already burdened soul. His silence masked the turmoil within as he pleaded silently for Nadtead’s intervention regarding his plea. Andrea’s scornful gaze bore into Tyekr, a frigid stare that seemed to pierce beyond the surface, locking their eyes in an uncomfortable standoff, an unspoken tension hanging in the air, thickening the atmosphere with a palpable weight of unresolved emotions.Their gaze held, each refusing to yield, a silent battle raging between them that spoke volumes in the charged silence, hin
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Chapter 149
“Voilà!” Andrea exclaimed, as though he had been eagerly awaiting Tyler’s consent to an unthinkable act.A radiant smile illuminated Andrea’s eyes and face, as if he had just stumbled upon the most marvelous news. Despite Tyler’s intense urge to lash out, he maintained a fixed gaze, determined not to succumb to his temper. He longed to deliver a punch straight to Andrea’s face.“You’ve made the right choice. Finally opting for the drugs that will put an end to the disease,” Andrea taunted sarcastically, applauding Tyler with a mocking fervor, his hands clapping together.There was an eerie sense of tension hanging in the air, crackling with the palpable bitterness that had brewed between the two. Tyler wrestled with conflicting emotions, a cocktail of anger, frustration, and the sting of Andrea’s derision. Andrea’s words cut deeper than any physical blow, striking a chord that resonated with Tyler’s inner turmoil.The room seemed to shrink as the intensity of their confrontation grew.
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Chapter 148
Tyler’s world crumbled as he reeled from the impact of Ray’s betrayal. The weight of the circumstances pressed heavily upon him, an indescribable amalgamation of anguish and disbelief. His heart, once steady, now raced uncontrollably, each beat echoing the tumult within. Guilt clawed at him, a remorseful storm, for feeling powerless to alter the unfolding tragedy, his mother’s plight a haunting specter in his mind.Tears, unbidden, swelled in his eyes, blurring the harsh reality of the text from Andrea. With clenched teeth, he stifled a cry, his fingers trembling as they traced the letters on the screen, each word a cruel lash against his already fractured resolve. He yearned to break free from the constraints that bound him, his thoughts a tempest of rage and desperation, seeking any semblance of a solution, yet finding none.Visions of his mother, subjected to unspeakable torment by Ray, played on an endless loop in his mind, a relentless barrage of anguish that threatened to consum
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Chapter 147
“Grandma! Talk to Me!” Tyler turned abruptly, a fleeting hope dashed as he realized his grandma, Lady Guila’s grip had not tightened on his hand; it was merely his mind’s cruel illusion. The room lay ensconced in a dim, almost somber, light, casting elongated shadows that seemed to echo Tyler’s growing frustration. Kneeling before Lady Guila, his pleas reverberated off the walls, desperate for her to awaken, yearning for release from the nightmarish grip that had ensnared his reality. Never before had he envisioned facing such a harrowing ordeal; his life had been uncomplicated, a mere intersection with Lady Guila followed by the revelation of his heritage and roots.Tyler’s frustration surged uncontrollably; he folded his legs beneath him, sinking to the floor’s cool surface. His eyes, brimming with unshed tears, held a rawness he dared not release. He longed to unleash a primal scream, to shatter the oppressive silence, yet the constriction in his throat stifled any attempt. A suffo
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Chapter 146
Tyler’s heart pounded in his chest, a wild gallop matching the frenetic pace of his thoughts. Each second dragged on like an eternity as he waited for Ethan’s response. His fingers drummed nervously on the edge of the table, a subconscious attempt to alleviate the rising tension.“Did you see my mom?” The urgency in Tyler’s voice betrayed the fear gnawing at his insides. “Is she alright?” His voice cracked with emotion, the weight of the unknown pressing down on him like a leaden sky.Ethan’s gaze softened momentarily before clouding over with a mix of apprehension and sorrow. “I couldn’t find your mom,” he confessed, his tone heavy with regret. “But, Tyler, something wasn’t right. The moment I stepped into the house, it was like a tempest had ravaged through its very core. Furniture overturned, shards of glass glinting amidst scattered belongings. It felt violated, as if the sanctity of your home had been desecrated.”A whirlwind of emotions engulfed Tyler. His chest tightened, suffo
