The Lost Consortium Heir

A taste of wealth

Mike slowly opened his eyes to face a white ceiling. The sunlight emanating from the window gave the room a sense of comfort, but the loud noise and chatter irked him.

Mike turned to his left slowly; he wasn’t only feeling pain in his head but all over his body. He turned to his right and caught sight of a drip fixed on his hand.

“Am I at the hospital?” He thought as he tried to sit up.

“Sir, please, you need to rest,” a lady in her mid-twenties, wearing a nurse uniform, said.

“W…” He tried to speak, but the dryness of his throat prevented him from saying a word.

“What am I doing here?” He asked as he sat up, mustering all his strength. Trying to recall what had happened, he felt a sharp pain in his head, causing him to growl.

“Sir, you were rushed into the hospital last night by a driver and have lost so much blood, you can’t leave the hospital in this condition,” As she spoke, Mike was removing the drip fixed to his hand.

“I have to leave,” He said, knowing he had no money to pay for the hospital bills and no insurance to cover it; he wanted to leave the hospital as soon as possible.

“Sir, no! You need a transfusion and until then, you can’t be discharged. Your blood type is rare, and we're currently in search of donors,” The nurse insisted that he stay but Mike shook his head in disagreement

“I have no money to pay for the blood and treatment,” He said and bit his lips, struggling to stand up. The moment he got on his feet, he started feeling dizzy.

As he tried taking a step forward, his weak legs gave him away, causing him to fall to the ground

Meanwhile, at an exquisite villa, an elderly man sat, drinking wine in a study room, when suddenly he heard his phone ring. "Hello?" He answered the call

"Sir Matthew, I have news!" He said, causing Mr. Matthew to sit up on the sofa before responding,

"I'm all ears!"

"St. Gabriel's Hospital at the heart of the city is currently looking for AB-negative blood donors," He said, causing Matthew to drop his wine and stand on his feet.

"Sir, this could mean..."

"Not so fast, Paul. Get some men to accompany me to St. Michael hospital." He said before dropping the call

Back at the hospital, Mike slowly opened his eyes. The noise he heard from the hospital earlier was gone, and the room was not as bright as it was before. He quickly turned to look around him when his eyes fell on a group of men in black uniforms and an elderly man in his mid-fifties standing in front of them.

"Matthew Duncan!" Mike gasped, his eyes widening in shock. The founder of Duncan Conglomerates, one of the wealthiest men in the country, was now standing before him.

As Mike struggled to find his voice, Matthew approached him, tears streaming down his face. With a trembling hand, Matthew held Mike's hand and whispered, "After all these years, I've finally found you!”

"Found me? What do you mean?" Mike asked, confused.

In a shaky voice, the old man responded, "Mike, I've been looking for you for years..."

"How do you know my name?" He instantly interrupted Matthew.

"Wow, you have a striking resemblance with your father. I wish he was here to see you," He said, causing Mike to furrow his brows,

“How do you know my father?” Mike inquired in shock causing the old man to sigh before responding,

“I'm your grandfather”

"What? That's impossible." He paused, "But... But, I don't have any family members," Mike added, trying to process this new information.

As far as Mike knew, he grew up in an orphanage, and there were no records of any family or relatives. "For so long now, I've been looking for you..." Matthew paused and gestured for one of the men in suit to give him a file

"This is a brief file about you, Mike. I had a detective run some background check on you after we got news from St. Gabriel’s hospital about a patient with a rare blood type, and that's how I discovered you are truly the one." He added.

"So you're saying that we're related?" Mike asked, still confused

"Not just related, child, you're my grandson." He informed

"Grandpa…" Mike called. The word seemed strange coming out of his mouth, and suddenly, tears started streaming down from Matthew's eyes.

"How did you find me?" Mike asked as he tried taking it all in.

"It was not easy because the only hint we've had for so long is your blood type. You have a very rare blood type, Mike, and that's what led us to you," He said, but Mike still couldn't comprehend anything. Matthew sensed the confusion and sighed before continuing,

"Child, we've searched hospital records for someone with AB negative blood type online, but we found none; it's been difficult these past years, but earlier today, St. Gabriel's hospital sent out word." He took one step closer to Mike and smiled warmly.

"They needed someone who could serve as a blood donor for you, and that was how we found you," Matthew explained.

Mike shook his head, saying, "But the orphanage said I was abandoned, and I have no family or relatives."

Matthew sighed and gently held Mike's face. "You now know that we're family," He muttered.

Mike's mind was clouded with thoughts of his father and mother and how he was abandoned.

"I don't get it! Why is everything happening all of a sudden?" He paused and looked down at his worn-out scandals.

"If... If I am so special like you say, then why did my parents abandon me? Why was I left in the streets for the orphanage to pick?" He asked in a low voice

"How is it that they knew nothing about my family?" He asked, sounding more audible. Matthew placed his hand on Mike's forehead.

"Son, I know you have a lot of questions to ask and I promise to answer them when you've been discharged," He said, causing Mike to slowly nod his head.