Steve stood frozen, grappling with the doctor's unsettling question. Why did the doctor want to know about Alaric? The room seemed to close in as Steve's mind fumbled for an explanation. The doctor's expectant gaze only added to his discomfort, making him feel like a deer caught in headlights. Once more, the doctor posed the question, a simple yet weighty "What is he to you?" Steve's mind raced, his face contorting in bewilderment. He couldn't understand why the doctor was delving into Alaric's role in his life. It just felt as if the doctor was doing too much. With a furrowed brow, Steve stammered, "Uh, h… he's… he's just eh… he's just m… my… he's just my senior,” he said, as he managed to finally say one sentence. “Oh. So that is it? Your senior at work?” “Y… yes,” Steve said. “He's my senior who is at work. I'm quite older than him but… let's say life is unfair,” he said. The doctor's nod seemed almost too accepting. Steve sensed a lingering doubt in those probing eyes, but
"This is the reason why I say you should not yet, ma'am. You have to understand what I want to tell you because it's really important. I don't really know the details but I think the young master will be able to talk about that later but for now, I want to tell you how it happened,” Steve said. “What? No way! I'm not going to believe it anywhere this year until he confirms it himself.” “You have to understand, ma'am. I really didn't mean to hide it from you. It wasn't something that I wanted to do, but something that I just had to do, because of good reasons. Please listen to me, ma'am,” he begged. Now, he was begging, but she didn't listen. Steve and Mrs. Claire stood face to face, their tear-streaked faces revealing the depth of emotion that had unfolded between them. Passersby couldn't help but notice the rare vulnerability etched on both their faces. With a quivering voice, Mrs. Claire broke the heavy silence, her words cutting through the air. "Is it true, Steve? Did
Norton's hands trembled on the steering wheel as he careened into the building, panic etched across his face. The echo of his racing heartbeat resonated in his ears, drowned only by the gasps of air escaping his burning lungs. He barely registered the worker's greeting as he sprinted past, the urgency propelling him forward. Inside, the dimly lit hallway stretched before him, but Norton's focus narrowed on the door to his family's home. He walked in, only to find the sitting room filled with expectant faces. The weight of their collective gaze bore down on him, causing him to pause in his tracks. His mother, her eyes filled with worry and the room thick with tension, hurried towards him. In a desperate embrace, she clutched him, seeking answers in her quivering voice, "Oh my goodness! My son is back! Where have you been, Norton?" She asked, with a worried look on her face His father had a different tale to tell. While his mother was expectant and was really waiting for him to com
Mr. Jefferson looked at Norton with a smile on his face. "Good job, son. Thank you for this. You have just saved our family. When we needed this money the most, you were there for us. You have done a really good job and I'm very proud of you, Norton," he said and hugged him. Arnold wasn't so happy with that. He questioned how the money came to be, but apart from that, his father was happy with Norton, and not him. He felt as if he was useless, and he regretted not doing anything when he realized that money was not just financial security but the potential for a new beginning—a chance to rewrite the family's story and forge a path toward a brighter future. The jovial atmosphere within the celebration echoed through the room, laughter filling the air. Yet, Arnold felt an unsettling frustration bubbling within him. He couldn't shake the suspicion that something was amiss. Determined, he marched toward Alaric, the center of attention. "Alaric," Arnold interrupted sharply, "did you real
The room fell into an uneasy silence, the festive mood now tainted by suspicion. Arnold's quest for truth had disrupted the celebration, leaving everyone grappling with the weight of his words. "Damn it! I never believe that you will do something like this. Who gave me a pumpkin as a child? This is not what me and your mother trained you to be like. You have to stop it now, Arnold," his father said. "Well, father. This pumpkin has an announcement to make, and it is a very important one. I have made the decision," he said. "What now? You want to leave the house?" His father asked, cocking a brow. "I won't be involved in anything with Kimberly and her family!" Arnold declared, with fury in his eyes. Everyone in the family was shocked by what they had just heard. His father tried hard to process what Arnold said, but he just seemed like Arnold was speaking rubbish to him. “What? What did you just say, son? I'm not sure I heard you correctly,” Mr. Jefferson said. Arnold wasn't r
Mr Jefferson narrowed his eyes. “What? Are you on drugs? What has become of you, Arnold? This is not the son I used to know,” he said. “Well, it's good you've finally realized that. I am not the son you used to know. I am a different person now, a changed man. I was not the little guy you used as a puppet to do whatever you want, I am a man who is standing up for himself and owning up to his responsibilities,” he said. “No. You can't be. No matter how big you want to feel, you can never beat me. I was the best that there was, is, and I am the best businessman there will ever be,” Mr. Jefferson said. Norton smiled. “I wished you could have used your words to create wealth for yourself, and not steal from other people to get rich, father. I am highly disappointed in you.” A slap immediately connected with his cheek, flinging his face to one side. “I never imagined that the sun I nurtured and made sure to groom into a man would stand up to me and face me, talking nonsense,” Mr. Je
Mr. Jefferson's expression spoke volumes as he glared at Arnold. “The only job you had to do was to take money from the Tate family, and he had to take money from the Williams, but what happened? He got me hundreds of thousands of dollars, while you? You were complaining!” Arnold looked at his father in disbelief. “Is this truly you? A father who would do this?” Mr. Jefferson shone his eyes. “Yes, Arnold. If you want me to admit it, then I will. This is me. Your greedy, selfish, power-hungry, and ambitious father!” Mr. Jefferson yelled. “Calm down honey. You can't say that about yourself,” Mrs. Jefferson tried to pacify her husband. “There is nothing else to hide now, Mom. Don't tell him to calm down. He's saying the true honey has exposed himself for who he truly is. This is what I wanted to hear from him. I wanted him to say it with his mouth that he is greedy and selfish,” Arnold said. “Don't talk to your father that way, Arnold. I've heard enough of you talking to him lik
“How sure are you that that will happen? He literally said that nothing would be able to bring him back. He's the one feeling entitled to an apology, and I think we should give it to him. You know that you need Arnold, Jeff. He's going to play a key role in the journey to success,” Mrs. Jefferson said. Mr. Jefferson shook his head. “No. I want him to realize that he is the one who needs me. He has to realize the importance I have in this life, or else, he won't come to his senses,” Mr. Jefferson said. “And I have a way of doing that. I will have to make him pay for going against me,” he added, with a cruel smirk. “What are you planning to do to him, Dad? Hope it's not something dangerous,” Norton asked. Mr. Jefferson looked at him. “No, son. I'm not planning on doing anything dangerous to your brother. I will really make sure he pays for what he has done, and making realize that he is nothing without me,” Mr. Jefferson said. Norton nodded. “Hmm.” Mr. Jefferson looked at Norto