The Lost Heir Of Sargent

DRAG HIM OUT OF THERE IMMEDIATELY

"No matter how many times you call for him, he won't be coming honey." Teresa appeared beside Morris, frowning slightly, as she remembered none being at home in their absence, apart from Christian all alone locked in the attic, still she spoke in an indifferent tone,

"Why?" Morris questioned in a frustrated tone, to which Teresa shrugged, as if it were no more than a passing inconvenience, "our butler left days ago to look after his sick mother, when he is not even here, how can he answer you?"

Morris was stunned for a moment hearing to Teresa, a flicker of guilt appeared in his face as he almost became speechless, "So, Chris has been here for three days without food or water?"

"Maybe, I don't know either," Teresa replied awkwardly, not wanting to be blamed, "he did something wrong and he was punished, I can't be punished for his mistakes, right?"

Morris couldn't help but to question her, "even so, he was left with no food and water for almost three days, why didn't you remind me?"

"So, are you blaming me now for this idiot?" Teresa fumed with anger pointing at Christian, "don't forget, he is the reason why our Ivan is injured, even at that moment, there's no regret in him, rather he acted stubborn and you punished him, so in the end are you blaming me, just because I'm his stepmother?"

Teresa faked her tears, not wanting Morris to feel sympathized with Christian's condition, Morris immediately held her hand, "I'm not blaming you my love, of course it is his fault for hurting our precious son."

Christian despite being in a weak state, hearing all their words faintly made his heart clench with a bitter pain. He knew he hadn't done anything wrong to be punished like this, but he is getting punished simply for existing, for daring to stand in the way of their perfect family.

Morris took a step closer, once again checked Christian's weak form with a worried look, and a slight regret started building in him, "looks like, he is really in a serious condition just as Ivan described,"

But his expression hardened again just as quickly, as though he couldn’t bear to feel any compassion. "If he had admitted he was wrong, I could've forgiven him, but he is stubborn like a bull and ended up in this situation, letting us to blame ourselves," he muttered, almost as if he were trying to convince himself that everything is the fault of Christian, "how can I blame myself for his stupidity?"

Morris kicked Christian's body, there's no reaction from Christian, so he decided to check on Christian once again, but at the time his phone rang.

Morris was oblivious to Christian’s suffering, gripping his phone tightly, he answered the call, "So, have you managed to contact the Sargents? I’ve been trying for years to collaborate with them! They’re the richest family in the world, after all."

The man on the other end of the line assured him, "Don't worry sir, it'll be handled soon."

Morris smiled, his excitement bubbling over. "Excellent! I’ll make sure everything is perfect to get on good terms with them."

As he ended the call, he shivered slightly because of the cold breeze. "It’s freezing out here. Let’s go inside,” he said, gesturing to Teresa and Ivan. The three of them retreated to the warm living room, leaving Christian alone in the storm.

Outside, the snow continued to fall, piling higher around Christian's body. He swayed, his strength was totally gone. His vision blurred, but he heard a voice in his subconscious mind, "you'll be fine Chris, I'll protect you."

Christian felt inwardly, "is it real? Or is it just my mind slipping away with imaginations?"

Suddenly, the roar of engines shattered the silence of the storm. One after another, shining and luxurious black cars pulled into the driveway, their headlights cutting through the storm. The Sargent family had arrived at Adam's estate.

The doors of the first car opened, and Betty Sargent the eldest daughter stepped out, her long coat billowing around her as she strode toward the house.

Her expression was calm, but there was an urgency in her every step, kicking the gate, she got in, she remembered, Christian telling about being in the backyard, so wasting no time, Betty went into the backyard.

As she approached, her sharp eyes caught sight of a figure half-buried in the snow.

Her heart clenched at the miserable sight in front of her. "Oh my God!" she gasped heavily, rushing forward. "There’s someone here!"

The guards of the Sargent family hurried after her, along with Liliana Sargent and Lord Sargent, their elegant appearances contrasting sharply with the storm’s fury.

Betty fell to her knees beside Christian, brushing the snow from his face. Her breath was struck as she looked at his features.

"This boy," she whispered, but then her eyes widened in shock. "He... he looks just like our Marie."

Her voice broke the silence, and the others gathered around. Gasps and murmurs filled the air as they saw him.

Lord Sargent, the patriarch of the family, pushed through everyone. When his eyes landed on Christian, his expression crumbled.

"He looks just like my precious daughter," Lord Sargent choked out, tears streaming down his face, "he must be my grandson Chris."

Betty’s eyes caught the glint of the amulet in Christian’s hand. She carefully taken it from his frozen fingers, her own trembling as she held it up. "Father, this amulet... It belongs to Mary, he is your grandson for sure."

"Oh my goodness! We finally met our nephew, he must be our Mary's son!" Liliana, the second eldest daughter of Lord Sargent burst into tears.

Gasps filled through everyone as they recognized it. The grief they had carried for years finally got a relief but mingled with fury.

"How could this happen?!" Betty demanded with a shaking voice out of concern and anger. "Who left him out here like this?"

Lord Sargent straightened using a voice as hard as steel. "Let's take him to the hospital, right now."

Whereas inside the house, Morris was pacing the living room when he heard one of the guards saying, "The Sargents are here, master."

He looked excited hearing to those words, "This is it, our chance to impress them!"

"Where are they?" Morris asked the guard who informed about Sargent's arrival.

The guard looked tense, and hesitated, "in the backyard master."

Immediately his excitement turned into tension, freezing his joy. His eyes darted toward the yard. "Chris!" He muttered with a twist in anger, "That useless boy is still out there! He’ll embarrass me for sure, drag him out of there immediately!"