The Rise Of The Consortium Heir

Chapter 15

It was raining heavily on a Sunday evening. Pamela and Kelvin had purchased two mansions in Vancouzer separately, for their comfort.

Frank visited Vancouzer, he couldn't meet up with Kelvin in Boston, and he needed to see his best friend, even though he came mainly because of Pamela.

That evening, he and Pamela had gone out for a walk. Pamela was sitting in the bar, her face sad and moody. No matter how Frank tried to cheer her up, she couldn't forget the fact that her Grandpa may not wake again.

"Hey," Frank whispered, as he returned to her with two glasses of strong alcohol. He thought maybe it would help ease her mind, but she wasn't drawn to his mischievous smiling face.

"You can't beat yourself up Pamela, come on, granny ain't even dead yet. You just have to believe that he'll get better, no matter how long it takes." He said to her, She looked at him and sighed.

Some of her hair fell across her face, and he stretched out his hands and tucked them behind her ears. Their eyes met