"Sir, please don't be stubborn. Your condition is still very weak. Stay here and let the guards do the work. Okay?""Don't get in my way. Dylan is in danger, his life is at stake. How can I just lie back and relax when my son's life is on the line?!" shouted Morgan in frustration. The IV tube in his hand had been forcibly removed, causing blood to splatter on the floor and blanket. There was no more pain, no more weakness. All that remained was fear and worry. "Get out of the way. Let me get out of here. Demian's temper is very bad. Only I can prevent him from killing Dylan. Please get out of the way!"Knock knock knock"Dad, I... gosh, what's going on here?"Rosalind, who had guessed that her father-in-law must have made a mess after hearing the news that Demian wanted to kill Dylan, decided to come to the hospital immediately. And sure enough. Arriving in this room she found that her father-in-law was throwing a tantrum and rebelling to be let go. Immediately, he played a charade. N
In a fairly dark room, there sat a silent man by the window. There was no visible expression on his face. One thing was for sure, this man was caught up in a thought. (Am I really like this because of the trauma of my mother's death? But how did Dylan know that? He wasn't even born when mom died. Am I mistaken?) Four days after his fight with Dylan, Demian hadn't shown up at home or at the company. His heart was too troubled, confused about what was really going on. Dylan's words made such an impression on him that he couldn't close his eyes for a moment. As a result, these four days Demian has transformed into a zombie who lacks blood. Drrt drrttThe cell phone on the table vibrated, but Demian remained in his position. He was ignorant. The person calling was probably Niel, so it was predictable what the man would ask. "What exactly happened to me? Why do I seem to have lost my zest for life? For days, I've been living in a dark place. How could a Demian break the discipline to w
After weathering quite a storm, the Stewart family finally got the news that excited me. Rosalind was positively pregnant. This made many people rejoice at the good news. "Finally our darling will soon have a grandchild," Katty said as she wiped away tears. She was so moved that she cried knowing that Rosalind was pregnant. "Yes, dear. I never thought that at my old and sickly age, God would still give me the opportunity to experience the joy of being a grandfather. Our family is truly blessed," Morgan said, equally moved. "Don't talk like that. It's only your physique that looks old, but you're actually still very handsome. That's why I can never move on to another heart. You're still the best that's ever stopped by my heart."Katty's answer just now made Morgan unable to help but smile. Since the incident some time ago, he decided to just forgive her. Because no matter what, the misunderstanding that happened was because she couldn't be assertive. Thinking too much about Demian's
"Mr.Demian, congratulations on Ms.Rosalind's pregnancy. Soon B&F Corporation and the Stewart family will have a successor. You are very lucky,""That's right. You are an extraordinarily lucky man. Having such a beautiful and fertile wife, the goddess of fortune is always on your side. Perhaps this is one of the reasons why you are so secretive about your relationship. It must be because you already know that Ms.Rosalind has a very good hand line, right? Hahahaha,"Compliment after compliment Demian continued to receive from his business colleagues. However, these compliments did not make him feel happy. On the contrary, Demian felt threatened when these people kept mentioning the heir. (Their words sound like mockery that I have created my own competition. This is not true. How can a baby who is only as big as a corn kernel already be hailed as an heir? Me! I am the true heir. It's also thanks to my hard work that the company is number one in the country. Cihhh!) Niel secretly watche
"Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday, happy birthday, happy birthday. Happy birthday to Gwen. Yeyyyyyyyy!!"Cheers of applause filled the front yard of the Stewart family home. Today is Gwen's one-year-old birthday celebration. Gwen Loreg Stewart. The name given to her by Dylan. It was a great fortune for Rosalind and Demian to have a son. And twelve months have passed with great joy. Dylan is now an art activist whose name has been recognized by many people. Katty and Morgan have a harmonious relationship with mutual love and affection. As for Rosalind, she spends her time taking care of her only son who is so cute and adorable. Then Demian .... "Sir, it's Gwen's birthday. Are you sure you don't want to go home?" asked Niel while looking at his boss who was enjoying a cigar. Making it through the big storm did not make this man willing to trust others. His boss was still suffering from a crisis of trust. It was even worse now that he was suspicious of his o
"Dad, how are you?"There was no reaction from Demian when Gwen, his son, said hello. He remained focused on the laptop screen, busy checking his work. "Is my arrival a bother?" Gwen asked disappointedly. Five years abroad and only this morning's return to her homeland had left her with a deep sense of longing for her father. However, Gwen had to be satisfied with swallowing back the longing when she found her father's very cold response. Disappointed, but still trying to be patient. "This morning mom said you weren't feeling well. How are you doing now? Is it much better?""I'm busy. Don't talk too much," Demian said in a very flat tone. He was too lazy to bother with this kid's questions."All these years we haven't said hello to each other, is there no longing in your heart? I'm your son, Dad. I even wish .... ""Enough!" Demian snorted harshly. He reluctantly looked at Gwen who just kept talking. "Don't ever expect anything from me because it will never materialize.""Why?""No co
"Just home?"Demian's steps stopped. However, he was reluctant to turn his head. It was too easy for Demian to guess what the owner of the voice wanted to say."Today I met with one of the shareholders." Dylan flatly stared at the back of the man who had his back to him. There was longing, but he could not express it. "He offered me a position with a rather lucrative salary.""So?"Silence. Dylan's mouth clamped shut at his brother's cold reaction after he finished his story. It was always like this. Never once did this man want to be respectful. Though Dylan really hoped that his brother would give a friendly response. Or if not pretend to think it was okay. However, the reality was far from what he expected.(What should I do to make you care about me? I'm younger brother. Why are you treating me like a stranger? We're brothers, asshole)"Go in and rest in the room. I don't have time to listen to your incoherent ramblings!" Demian said coldly. He didn't want to hear the complaints o
Knock knock knockDemian, who had just come out of the bathroom, swore harshly when someone knocked on the door. I don't know which human dared to disturb his resting time. That's really presumptuous."It's me. Please open the door."Demian's expression instantly darkened when he realized who the person behind the door was. He flinched, just staring flatly at the door that was constantly being knocked on. Annoying. What did that snot-nosed kid want? "Don't be afraid. I'm not here to force you to sign the transfer of inheritance papers. Relax," Dylan taunted when the door to his brother's room didn't open. Deliberately provoking him to get angry. "Ten minutes. Give me ten minutes to bi ...."CheckDylan's words were interrupted when the door to the room opened. In front of him was the cold look of his brother who was so damn handsome. Dylan then thought to himself."Five minutes. Then leave!" Short, cold, and firm. Demian was indifferent to Dylan's reaction as he stared at his body.