The Lost Heir Of Sargent

HE'LL NEVER RETURN!

"Why aren't they here yet?" Morris paced front and back in the lavish living room, his polished shoes almost turning thin because of his anxious yet continuous walk.

"I'll go by myself," he was about to go, but stopped by Teresa, "honey, if you go by yourself, they'll think you're desperate for their arrival and might look down on you, if you're here as if you're unaware of their arrival, they'll think we are a family with strong background equal to them in everything."

Being impressed by his wife's suggestion, he gave a peck on her lips, "you're right darling! I'm so lucky to have you as my wife!"

Looking at the maid standing nearby, he ordered, "go and look for them, what are they doing in the backyard?"

He furrowed his brows and got seated on the couch crossing his legs like a pro business man, while Teresa and Ivan were sitting across from him.

Though he waited for a long time expecting to welcome the famous Sargent family into his home, yet they didn't step into the house.

"Master.... Master" the maid rushed inside from the backyard with heavy breathing.

Looking at her panic, Morris and Teressa stood up in horror, "what happened?"

"The Sargent family," she took a deep breath to calm down her heavy breathing, "they left already."

"What?" Both Morris and Teressa exchanged their glances.

Teressa frowned at the maid, "what do you mean by they left, how can they leave?"

The maid shook her head as she had a lot to say, "actually they didn't leave by themselves, they left along with young master Chris."

"Huh?"

Morris's emotions looked unstable as at that moment a mixture of confusion, anger, and frustration filled in him hearing to the words of that maid.

While he had waited for hours, expecting to meet them, but all he had received was a message from a maid saying they had already left with Christian, the useless guy in the house.

"Why would the Sargent family leave without meeting me? That too why is that bastard taken away by them?" Morris muttered, with a racing mind.

He clenched his fist while his thoughts were spiralling, "Did they come here for me? Or… was it Christian?"

The idea of Christian being the reason for their visit seemed ridiculous to him, "yes, a boy like Christian, useless and troublemaker, couldn't have caught the attention of a family as prestigious as the Sargents."

He tried to convince himself that there's nothing big in this for him to concentrate about though a lingering doubt pressing in his mind.

Just then, Teresa decided to play her role carefully to eliminate Christian forever using this opportunity, "Chris, I've been waiting for this chance for a long time, now I'll teach you a lesson!"

Stand beside him, she gently held his arm with her sparkling showing off hidden malice, "I think Chris is the reason behind them leaving without meeting you!"

Morris looked at her sharply. "What makes you say that?"

Teresa sighed, with a soft tone as if she is concerned about her husband while her thoughts are nothing but full of venom. "Well, isn’t it obvious? Chris must have fooled the Sargent family somehow. He always loves to pretend to be innocent hiding his malicious side, so who knows what kind of lies he used to make them believe in him," leaning closer to Morris, she whispered, "Don’t you think it’s strange they left with him and didn’t even meet you, the master of this house? Don't you suspect anything here?"

Morris frowned, but Teressa looked satisfied as she successfully planted the seed of doubt in Morris's head against Christian.

Thinking about Terresa's words, he sat in the couch with a loud thud, "so do you think Chris orchestrated this?"

"Come on Morris, you're so naive, why isn't it possible? Don't tell me you think of him as an innocent boy," Teresa pressed further, "That boy has always been manipulative from the beginning, he knows how to play the victim card, to make people feel sorry for him. It wouldn’t surprise me if he saw the Sargents as an opportunity and jumped at it, to ruin us and our reputation."

Understanding his mother's motive, Ivan also joined the conversation adding fire to his father's anger, "Father, I… I don’t want to speak ill of Chris, but…"

"But what?" Morris sighed rubbing his temples in frustration.

Ivan lowered his gaze, as if he is reluctant to speak, "Even in the school, brother used to talk ill about our family, because of his lies everyone thinks that we are harassing and abusing him, some of my friends started making fun of me while calling me the son of an abuser, I never thought of mentioning this with you."

"That bastard, how dare he do something like that?" Morris gritted his teeth with extreme anger, Ivan nodded his head and continued, "I thought brother did it out of jealousy but never thought he would be this… blackhearted. To deceive such a powerful family and ruin your reputation in the process? It’s hard to believe, but maybe he always has intentions of making us bad, Dad."

Morris’s expression darkened after hearing to all these.

The mere thought of Christian betraying him, and manipulating the Sargents for his own gain, enraged him "That useless rat, he is going to pay for this."

Teresa seized the moment, with a sweet tone. "You’ve always been too lenient with him, Morris. Perhaps it’s time for us to use the strict method on him only then he'll be the obedient son of this family. Remember the residential school I mentioned? They’re experts in dealing with unruly children like Chris, why don't we send him there?"

Morris glanced at her, remembering the school she mentioned, "You mean the one where they train children to be obedient?"

"Exactly," Teresa said, and her eyes were lighting up while speaking, "They’ll teach Chris discipline and respect. And he won’t have the chance to pull any more stunts like this."

Ivan nodded, his expression serious. "It might be the best option, dad, for Chris's sake, and ours."

Morris stood abruptly, his towering frame casting a shadow over Teresa and Ivan. "Fine," he said coldly. "I’ll send him there immediately that boy needs to learn his place."

Pulling out his mobile immediately from the pocket, Morris made a call to his assistant and barked an order. "Find out where the Sargents have taken Christian. I want to know everything, every detail about their location, immediately."

The assistant nodded quickly, and hung the call to know the whereabouts of Christian.

Teresa smirked, satisfied that her plan was in motion. She reached for her teacup, sipping delicately as she watched Morris pace the room, with extreme anger.

In her mind, she envisioned Christian’s suffering at the residential school, she mentioned, it's a place where young children are treated as slaves, and to her it's a perfect punishment for a boy she had always despised. "Don’t worry, Morris," she said with a smile inwardly, "everything will be taken care of personally by me, and I bet once he goes there, he'll never return!"