The Masked Son-In-Law

Chapter Two

2, The Masked Son In Law

Swallowed in the mud of the proposal Dylan's legs were heavy as metal stuck to the ground.

"You mean you want me to be your son?" Dylan asked.

"Ebony hair, blue eyes, sharp jawline, milky skin and a poor background. Who says you can't be rich Dylan?" His leg was tipped to the ground. "Yes you're right, wealth is here calling out to you and you have two options you either choose to be wealthy by my side or stay stoic, the choice is yours in whatever way."

Dylan was tempted but he flew his arm back. "If this is a joke. Old man, you have got to know something I'm used to people like you treating me as if I were trash."

The man cuts in. "And you despise it, you're not used to it, no one is used to being wasted, especially not you, you are a man of ambition and you crave vengeance. Let's cohabit." 

Dylan had made his research on the man, every of the rich in the city knows he was a super-rich conglomerate but they never get to meet his family, high-end, for Dylan to be before him was like a dream. "I won't do that, I don't need you."

"A young master with lots of fortune he can use as he wants, a luxurious life, you've got only a chance." 

"You don't help without a condition." Dylan held the door knob.

"I was once like you powerless and underestimated, I see myself in you." 

"What do you want me to do?" Dylan realises he's got only but a few seconds to get to his mother and sister in the hospital.

"Act as my heir under the family and figure out their secret in return you will have half my wealth and the leeway to take your revenge on those that treated you like you didn't matter."

Dylan finds this ironic, he tries to clarify himself, and his nails dip into his hair. "My father is a nobody what use is there trying so hard to be yours? You're just like them using me."

"Changing your life, you act as my son until I find my son, there is nothing left unturned."

Dylan's eyes blinked with uneasiness, and Dorogo pulled out a file. "I can't believe you're trying to use me! I might be poor and endless but I have my worth."

"What? Worth? I have mine too just so that I know how this works. Hits me." Dorogo sighs thoughtfully.

Dorogo lean back in his chair, and Dylan stalked to the door. "You're insane. Rich people are insane nowadays."

"If I were you I would anything to ease my sister's burden and help my wife by becoming better." Dylan's hand folds by his sides. "Your mother has a few chances and that depends on you." 

The old man clicked his tongue, and just then someone with long hair and a strange expression entered the room.

 "Master Dorogo, I have the results with me, you can't believe what it is here." 

The man squinted, looked at Dylan and cleared his throat.

Dorogo raised his hand drawing it into a fist. "Read it aloud from there."

The man glanced devastatingly into Dylan's eyes and quickly his throat was clumped. "But Master Dorogo—!"

"Come on, I have limited time." Dorogo's deep voice screamed power.

"Chairman let him excuse us first." The man, Dorogo's assistant finds it uncomfortable talking about what news he bears in the residence of a strange guy, when he glared at Dylan his knuckles turned white. "It's a private matter. Make the call."

"How dare you, Turner!" Seeing the furious expression on Dorogo's face, Turner, his assistant, became afraid and quickly flipped the pages.

"The doctor made an ancestry look into your client's blood, she finds that he's a mixture of South Asia and European. Well to the utmost surprise, comparing further you can't believe what fortune dumped into your laps, he is your long-lost son."

Dylan somehow figures strongly this is about him, he's been treated indifferently in high school mostly by his mates because of his skin colour, and Francis was one of them.

Sarah also looked at him in the same light before completely changing into a Mercedes that no longer feigned to like him and he mocked him for having skin so mixed that they called his mother a slut.

"Come here! There is a glimpse of a mistake, what could there be." Dorogo quickly put his glass on. "Let me read it, Turner."

He look up at Dorogo, Dylan's hands trembled. No way! It can't be. But there is a chance, aside from having a white mother, Dylan looks entirely different from his younger sister and he's asked his mother about his father, but silent treatment was absolutely no answer. "Son. . ." Dorogo hissed.

Turner was scared that his face turned pale, he didn't know that the young man who Dorogo had him investigate was before him.

"Fate had one way or the other brings the sun from the East, Welcome home son."

Dylan sneered. "Another of your tricks?"

"More like it, I care about myself but you're cunny. And let me breathe it out, I can't stand you."

"Hey! Don't you dare walk out of here! You're Dylan Dorogo, the only heir of the Dorogo conglomerate, who had so much power and status in one night. I have made the name for you, yours is to carry my empire and expand on it, you can do that much."

Turner flared up and grabbed the card from his side. 

"Young master, this has been with me for more than a year and now you're finally here, it's rightfully yours." Kneeling down he raised the card above his head. 

Dylan turns to look at Mr Dorogo and back at the man before him. 

This is the young master of the Dorogo, Dylan was tempted to take his card.

"Instead of acting as your son, I'm your son now?"

Deogo nods his way. "There are over twenty billion dollars in this card." 

Dylan almost screamed, him? That kind of money is soothing he'd call after the population census result, this is insane. A black card at his feet. "No, you're joking."

Dorogo laughed hysterically. "That is your pocket money son." He chuckled wearily. "I thought of hiring you but now you can have everything. There is more to enjoy." 

Dylan wiped away his cold sweat and did not even dare to breathe. This is a real card, Dorogo is known for his word, you idiot so you're this wealthy and you let anyone stomp on you. 

"Young master isn't willing to accept the card." Turner was very worried.

"He's just flustered. Let him get his shit together." Dorogo said.

"This all seems new, and interesting to have a father like Dorogo, but I have a wife and a life, I can't rule the consortium." 

"You're excused until you feel ready to, there is no need to rush the tide." After saying that Dorogo turned around and huddles away.

Turner, the assistant, looked at the back and said. "The boy is scared and nothing like you."

"He's of my blood, he won't go all out to shame the trust I have in him, so much anger yet to be quenched." Dorogo sighed, his excitement bubbling out.

After settling down Dylan quickly got to the hospital, he finds that his sister was running around. "Please, don't throw us at the corner like that, my brother is coming, treat her first please Doctor."

A long last smile exited Dylan's face when he saw this, he couldn't believe that at second glance, this hospital had no customer care at all.

His sister had been here and the doctor was so cruel he pushed her. 

"Get a life and some money. Don't you know money gets you whatever you want?" The doctor pointed at Katie's nose and hissed out.

"Well, I don't know who allowed them to pass the security guard." The nurse from earlier hissed standing beside the doctor.

The doctor crinkled his nose in surprise, "who is that? He looks awful, dressed in rags." The nurse was obviously strong-willed at the hospital that wasn't hers.

"Security. Drag this good-for-nothing out of this place. Security!" The nurse yells. "You poor wrench you keep making me see bad things, I wish you were plagued."

Seeing Katie being scolded like this, Dylan quickly rushed over. "Watch your mouth, stop scolding her."

The nurse looked at Dylan for a while figuring out under what tenacity does he stand to tell her to shut up. She rolled her eyes and then burst into mocking laughter, her face twitching.

"Haha, I did that, do you have a problem sorting it out?" 

"No, but I warn you to start."

The nurse raised her hand. "I will teach her a lesson to remind you wrenches that you belong to the street where you will die without medical attention."

Katie's eyes were full of tears she felt so wrong that their mother was dying while the worker cares about some status.

"Brother Dylan it's obvious we have nothing, They're not willing to help either. Mother, I'm sorry we've failed you." Another pool of tears burned down her face sharp as vinegar.

Looking at their mother, Dylan pulled out his phone and made a few phone calls in less than five minutes, a brand new ambulance with highly qualified healthcare workers came wailing and they pulled their mother away. 

Katie was dumbfounded by this. She wanted to ask.

"Go with them and make sure Mother gets the treatment." He hugged his sister assuredly. The nurse and the doctor exchanged a strange expression.

"You have proven that you're useless, calling the non-governmental for assistance doesn't make you stand out, after all it's the likes of you they're out there to save. Why come here if you're not ready to spend money?"

Dylan dropped his phone and then stalked towards the nurse, beside her was the doctor. The two were in alliance with their speech to think they were just coworkers.

"How do you know I'm not here to spend money?" Dylan whispered to them. They gave each other a mocking look and then burst out laughing at how useless Dylan is.