The Resurgence Of The Lost Heir

"Hey, wake up. Don't you know it's time for you to start working?" Mrs Cambridge entered Jerome's room and hit him with a stick. "Mum," Jerome said in his sleepy voice. "How many times have I warned you not to call me that? Do you think you are fit to call me that?" Mrs. Cambridge spat. " I am sorry, but it is three o'clock am, why must I wake up now?" He was perplexed. "We will be receiving visitors today, you must prepare to make sure everything is alright before they arrive." "But who are they? Because I didn't hear anyone talking about them, besides what exactly must I do at this hour?" Jerome said with a sleepy voice. "That's not your business. Just do what you are asked to do." She said and left him. Jerome was tired, it was not even three hours before he went to sleep. He was still feeling pain in his legs, what was there to prepare? He got up to see what he could do. He heard some noise in the kitchen. He knew it was Eleanor. He walked to the kitchen and saw her bu

"Doctor, how is he doing?" The old man's voice trembled as he spoke, his hands gripping the wooden walking stick tightly. He was standing next to the doctor, who was dressed in a crisp white coat, his expression somber as he looked at the young man lying on the hospital bed. The young man's face was ashen, his skin pale and drawn. The beeping of the heart monitor filled the room, the only sound breaking the silence. "Don't worry old master, he will be fine. Luckily for him, he was saved early, if not…" the doctor didn't continue further but the old man knew what he meant. He clutched his walking stick, if not that he wanted his grandson to avenge himself, he would have taught those stupid people a lesson they would live to tell their generation. "It's alright doctor, thank God he will be fine." He sighed in relief and turned to the butler, " Butler, please escort the doctor out." The old man instructed his butler. He stared at his long-lost grandson for a while, his was filled wi

"Nobody knows what happened, but shortly after Jerome was dragged out, the manager came from his office sweating. What's happening here?" He asked in an urgent tone. "Sir nothing big. It's just a thief who came here but he has been dragged outside." The clerk said. "A thief? What do you mean by a thief? Can I know who the person is?" "Mr. Don't worry, he was my ex-husband and I know him. He wouldn't be able to afford anything here so here came to steal things. "Mia chipped in. "Is he still outside? Let me see the person." The manager instructed. "But sir…" the clerk didn't understand what was going on. He tried to reason with him. "Shut up!" The manager rebuked him. They were all startled and were baffled at his actions. "What is wrong? And why is the boss panicking as if he has offended some big shot." She mumbled under his breath. Even Mia was wondering. She escorted him outside and luckily for them, Jerome was about to walk out. The manager looked at the picture on hi

"Won't you let your grandson have a seat and have something to eat first?" the old master said."Oh, I'm really sorry. Come, come," Grandma said and paved the way for him.When he entered, he saw many family members sitting around the dining table. Some stared at him with discerning eyes, while others stared at him curiously. Some stared at him with hatred and envy."Good day," Jerome only said these short words and sat down. His simple greeting triggered some elders of the family. They thought he was being arrogant, but the truth is, he didn't like to talk much and was not good at initiating conversation."Hmmm," his aunt hummed."Good day, dear," his second uncle replied in a friendly tone. The others rolled their eyes. The old master saw everything. He didn't want to interfere and wanted to see how his grandson would handle them."Good day? Is that how you were taught to greet your elders?" His first uncle, who didn't bother to respond to his greetings, said harshly."I am sorry if

Today is the day Jerome would be shown to the whole world. He felt quite nervous. Wondering what was proceeding to be their reaction, wondering how the Cambridge family would take it. "Don't be nervous Jerome, you can do it?" He took in a deep breath and said these words to comfort himself. After he was done, he set off to the party. … At The Party….The grand hall's vaulted ceilings glittered with golden light, and the floors gleamed with polished marble. The tables are laid with sparkling silverware, crystal glasses, and elaborate centerpieces of fruit and flowers. A string quartet plays softly in the background, and the air is scented with the aroma of delicious food. As you enter the room, you're greeted by the smiling faces of the other guests, dressed in their finest clothes. A feast for the eyes and the senses, this is a banquet party fit for royalty."The Cadell family lives to their name." A guest said with his mouth wide open. Mia arrived, she deliberately came late so sh