Bunch of betrayals Mr. Larkin couldn't bear the headache Miller was causing him. He sat at the kitchen table, his head in his hands, feeling the weight of the constant stress. His wife, Mrs. Larkin, approached him, sensing his turmoil. "What’s wrong, dear?" she asked gently, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. He looked up at her, his eyes tired and filled with frustration. "I can't put up with Miller anymore. He's become too much for me to handle. I’ve tried, we’ve tried, but nothing seems to get through to him." Mrs. Larkin sighed, knowing this conversation was coming. "I know he's been difficult, but he's our son. We can't just give up on him." Mr. Larkin shook his head, standing up from the table. "It's not about giving up. I’m afraid that with the way he's going, he might cause us a serious problem or worse. He might be the death of us." Mrs. Larkin’s eyes widened in shock. "You don’t mean that. He will change." "I do," he replied firmly. "I've been thinking about i
Father and son The next day, Mr. Larkin was determined to uncover the truth about Miller’s origins. It was already difficult, but he had to try. His first stop was the hospital where he and his wife had adopted Miller many years ago. Walking into the hospital brought back a flood of memories. He remembered the joy of bringing Miller home, the hope they had for their family. Now, that hope felt shattered. He approached the reception desk, his heart pounding. “Excuse me,” he said to the nurse behind the desk. “I need to speak with someone about an adoption that took place here years ago.” The nurse looked at him curiously. “Do you have an appointment?” “No, I don’t,” Mr. Larkin admitted. “But it’s urgent. I need to find information about my son’s biological parents.” The nurse hesitated. “I’ll see if someone is available to help you. Please have a seat.” Mr. Larkin sat down, his mind racing. He knew this was a long shot, but he had to try. After a few minutes, a doctor approached
The Larkin’s regret Miller clenched his fists, glaring at his parents before storming off to his room. The anger and frustration boiled within him, making it hard to think clearly. Once inside his room, he slammed the door shut and leaned against it, breathing heavily. He couldn’t believe his own parents were turning against him. To him, they were just fake people pretending to care. He pulled out his phone and began scrolling through his contacts. He needed a place to hide, somewhere safe where his parents wouldn’t find him. He started making calls, one after another. “Hey, it’s Miller. I need a place to crash for a while. Can you help me out?” he asked his friend Mike. “Sorry, man. I can’t get involved in whatever trouble you’re in,” Mike replied before hanging up. Miller cursed under his breath and called another friend. “Jake, I’m in a bind. Can I stay with you for a bit?” Jake hesitated. “I don’t know, Miller. Things are tight around here. I can’t risk it.” After a few mo
The Truth Kim’s visit fueled Mr. Larkin's determination to find Miller’s real parents. His house was no longer a safe haven. If he couldn't report Miller, he had to make sure he left. His political career was on shaky ground, and his name was being dragged through the mud, all because of Miller. Desperation gnawed at him as he continued his search, feeling more and more hopeless with each passing day. Just as he was about to give up, after a long stressful search, his phone rang. The caller ID showed an unknown number. He hesitated, then answered. "Hello, is this Mr. Larkin?" a woman's voice asked, skipping any formalities. "Yes, it is," he replied, a flicker of hope igniting in his chest and at the same time, curious. "I'm calling from the hospital. You were asking about information concerning Miller’s biological parents, right?" "Yes, yes, I am!" Mr. Larkin said eagerly. "It’s going to cost you. Five thousand dollars," she stated flatly. The amount was ridiculous, fo
Unexpected meeting Mr. Larkin was deep in his investigation, his determination unstoppable despite the numerous dead ends he had encountered. He walked into the hospital, his mind was focused on finding any information about Miller’s biological parents. The hallways were bustling with activity, doctors and nurses moving quickly from one patient to another. He approached the reception desk, trying to look as composed as possible. “Excuse me,” Mr. Larkin began, “please do you have a record of all the adoption that happened here twenty-five years ago? Is there someone I can speak to?” He was sure that it was this hospital. The receptionist glanced up, giving him a polite but guarded smile. “I'm not sure, sir. Moreover, we don't usually don’t disclose such information. You would need to speak with our records department, but they’re not available at the moment.” Mr. Larkin sighed, frustration bubbling up inside him. “Is there anyone else I can talk to? It’s quite urgent.” Just
Unaware visitThe next day…Kim stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his tie. He could see the worry in Zoey’s eyes as she watched him prepare to go to the Larkins' house."Babe, please," Zoey said, her voice trembling. "Don’t go. It might be dangerous. I don't trust that family."Kim turned to her, placing his hands on her shoulders. "My love, I have to. We need answers, and this is the only way to get them.""But what if something happens? What if Miller finds out you’re there? Or what if he's actually there? He could be violent," she pleaded, her eyes filling with tears."I know it’s risky," Kim admitted, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "But my boss is aware of the situation. He’ll be monitoring everything. I’ll be fine, I promise."Zoey shook her head, not convinced. "I just have a bad feeling about this. That family is full of surprises. I don't want anything bad to happen to you. Please be careful."I totally understand her fears, Miller had caused her a lot of pain
Miller’s strategy That evening, Mr. Larkin prepared to meet his contact. He left the house quietly, not wanting to draw Miller's attention. Mrs. Larkin gave him a worried look as he slipped out the door."Be careful," she whispered, squeezing his hand."I will," he assured her, planting a quick kiss on her forehead. "This might be our only chance."Driving through the low-lit streets, Mr. Larkin's mind raced. He rehearsed what he would say, how he would explain the situation without giving too much away. His heart pounded as he approached the meeting spot, a secluded café on the outskirts of town.His contact was already there, sitting in a dark corner. Mr. Larkin joined him, the weight of the situation pressing down on his shoulders."Thank you for coming," Mr. Larkin began, his voice low.The man nodded, his expression serious. "You said it was urgent. What’s going on?"Mr. Larkin took a deep breath and explained, carefully omitting any sensitive details. "I need to find the Shaman
Shaman’s searchMr. Larkin was determined to find Miller's biological family. Even after Miller’s fake apology. He had come this far and wouldn't just back down. He couldn't tolerate the chaos Miller brought into their lives any longer. With the new information from his colleagues, he decided to visit the Shaman's residence, hoping to gain some clarity and possibly some help.Driving up to the Shaman's estate, Mr. Larkin was immediately struck by the sheer luxury. The mansion was enormous, surrounded by meticulously maintained gardens and high walls. The security presence was overwhelming; guards in sleek uniforms patrolled the perimeter, and surveillance cameras were everywhere.As Mr. Larkin approached the gate, a guard stopped him. "State your business," the guard demanded, his voice devoid of warmth."I'm here to see the Shaman," Mr. Larkin replied, trying to sound confident."Does the boss know you're coming?" the guard asked, eyeing him suspiciously.Mr. Larkin hesitated. "No, b