At the worst cemetery in the state, run-down and neglected, Dylan and Stephanie stood in front of a desolate tombstone.It was unfortunate that the founder of the titular Clifford corporation with his net worth amounting to hundreds of millions of dollars could only be buried in the most run-down and desolate spot. With his wife.It was extremely difficult on Stephanie as she stared at it with watery eyes.She covered her face with her hands and began to cry. She was in utter disbelief. It was hard to watch. Dylan's eyelid drooped, trying so hard to suppress the pain he was feeling but he was failing at it. His chest was heavy as he stared at him.He was sorry. Sorry for not visiting them.Normally they were supposed to be properly cremated since their body was burnt but his family did what they wanted. They tossed his parents like garbage and it was just so hard to be there and face them.It took a while for Stephanie's emotions to stabilize then she went on her knees and began pluc
Gregory Clifford has no prior knowledge of Dylan and Stephanie's presence. He wasn't told about it.So when he arrived in the evening, he walked into the room with a loud laugh, "Wow, Maxwell. What's up with you? It's so rare of you to call me for a drink, eh!"Then he saw Dylan standing up from the couch.His smile faded from his face and Dylan walked toward him with Stephanie beside him."What the hell is this traitor doing here? Why are you here?" He questioned in anger.Dylan was the last person he ever wanted to see. In fact, anything that's gonna make him see Dylan is when he's being buried alongside his parents.Dylan looked straight ahead and remained silent.Instead, Stephanie spoke, "Mr. Clifford, Dylan is still your grandson. How can you call him such a thing?"Mr. Clifford frowned at her. "You. Who the hell are you and what's your business? Wait? I remember you. You're Dylan's godmother, aren't you? I thought you'd be dead."Stephanie shook her head, "No, I'm not…"Decidin
It started drizzling when they left Cole's residence. The autumn weather was slightly chilly.Dylan has been thinking about what his godmother said so he asked after they got into their car. "So, god–mother, weird to call you that."Stephanie smiled and looked at him. "Just call me Steph, that's fine."Dylan nodded. "So everything you said about my uncle, was it all true? Was he really involved in the fraud case?"Stephanie nodded. "Yeah. He was. Your mom told me all about it at the time they were looking for ways to clear your father's case.""But…how come I didn't know anything? They didn't confide in me. They didn't put me in the loop…""They didn't want you worried…""I wasn't a kid. I was an adult." Dylan snapped in annoyance. "I knew something wasn't right. I knew my dad was innocent but he told me he was gonna handle it. Then before we knew it, the board voted us out as CEO and director, things escalated and they died. If they had told me things, I would have been of help."Ste
After being forced out of her room by her mom, Hermione grunted and walked down the stairs behind her mom.'What? He said he has evidence? And he expects me to believe him?' She scoffed and arrived in front of him. "So, what is it you came here to talk about, Sean? It's late and I have work tomorrow."Sean stood up, finally relieved to see her. "Something important. I heard you went to Dylan for help to pay what you owe me."Hermione blinked but still kept a straightened face. "Oh. You did. How come?""I met up with Dylan. We met and he told me about it. He told me he was gonna take you back by every means possible. I even have evidence if you want proof." Sean told her.Hermione was confused and curious. "Evidence?" She asked and continued, "What kind of evidence?"Sean brought his phone out and played a recording out, " Let Hermione go and we'll call the feud between us quit. Just tell me how much you want, Dylan. And I'll give it to you." Sean's voice came out of his phone.Then Dy
Dylan brought Leonard to the hospital where Dr. Lydia works cause even though his aunt died there, there were truly the best doctors in it. He knew he was gonna have to look after Leonard from now henceforth.As he watched Dr. Lydia and some nurses, including that bitch, Rita, nursing his legs, he couldn't help but think about his godmother, Stephanie, and what she was up to at the moment.He had to take her to live with him in his penthouse, and told her his dad acquired it for him before he died. It wasn't a lie for if his dad never owned Apex Conglomerate, then he would never have acquired such a place.It felt nice, though. Having his godmother back. It felt like he still had a family. Someone willing to defend him just like his aunt. His aunt tried to but she was too sick to go on.All he could just hope and pray for is that nothing happens to his godmother. He doesn't want to feel cursed.Dr. Lydia came out of the ward and walked up to him with a smile on her face. "So your frie
An hour later, Hermione returned to the Harper's manor with a miserable expression.Seeing that, Madame Sharon was pleased and she jumped on her two feet from the couch to meet her. "So Sean was right, right? The county courthouse opens at nine in the morning tomorrow. We are going to file for your divorce immediately!"Hermione gave her a cold look and she said, "Nobody is getting a divorce here."Madame Sharon frowned, she was confused. "Don't tell me you're getting smitten with Dylan, Hermione! You know what he has done. What's with all the change?! You heard Sean correctly when he said Dylan is nothing but a poor and wretched swine! Don't be a hindrance in getting back with Sean Clifford! He's the man perfect for you!"Fed up, Hermione snapped in anger, "God, mother, what's wrong with you?! Sean is even worse than Dylan! He is nothing but a stingy bastard who could one day disgrace my life and our family after getting married to him. If he lies and is full of deception, then what
Next day in the Harpers manor.Hermione and Madame Sharon were completely dressed up for their outing. Madeleine would have been involved, but she was never at home.It just feels like she detests living in the house with them.As Madame Sharon walked down the stairs, her phone rang. She came to a pause as she saw the caller ID. It snatched away every exuberance she was feeling at that moment and inserted uneasiness into her being."Mom, what are you doing? Let's go!" Hermione urged as she stood close to the door, waiting for her mom.Madame Sharon screened the call, and kept on a straight face before walking down the stairs completely.Her phone rang again. But this time it was the message tone.She stopped and looked at it. It was from the unregistered caller ID and out of curiosity, he screened out the message which reads…'I know you want to know the truth. If I'm real or not. There's only one way to find out and that's if we meet and settle this amicably. To know if I'm a ghost o
Madame Sharon arrived at the abandoned warehouse, wrapped in a sheet of blazing terror. She looked around with her hands wrapped around herself and she hollered, "Hello!"Her voice echoed but no answer whatsoever.She looked around the place. It was dusty and old. She looked up and she could find just a window a bit high up that her hands wouldn't be able to meet.There were doors that led to other rooms too.She wondered why she was told to meet in a place like this.And at that thought…BANG!!Her heart jumped at the sound and she spun around as it came from behind her. Her eyes widened in horror at the closed door in front of her and she muttered, "No. No, this can't be happening."She paced to the door, and held the knob in an attempt to open it, but it didn't budge.No. No. No.The door being closed would be the proverbial cherry on top of this fudge cake.She hit the door with all she's got hoping someone will hear. "Help!" She yelled out loud.Her heart was completely restless