The Wealth Swap: Reclaiming His Legacy

Chapter 3

“What the heck are you doing here? How dare you show your face here again?” 

Maxwell watched with his hands akinbo as his ex father in-law yelled in frustration. It was a surprise that he was at home at that time of the day. Maybe he came back for lunch?

Rising to his feet, he raced to the door to call security on Maxwell. However, the latter couldn't care less about the man as he went ahead and settled on the sofa.

“Honey, I heard your voice from up here. Who are you yelling at?” Patricia Morgan’s voice was heard as she descended the stairs. However, when her eyes fell on Maxwell, she instantly froze and gaped at him for a while.

When she managed to regain herself, she yelled at Maxwell. “Who the heck are you and what are you doing here? You should go back to the hell hole you crawled out from now.”

Turning to her husband with a very dark expression, she asked him. “Honey, what is this man doing here? You know we don't allow beggars into our house. Who let him in here?”

“I let myself in. What are you two going to do about it?” Maxwell challenged and got the couple more furious.

Victor Morgan, who was close to the door, came back to stand beside his wife. “I don't know who let this beggar inside our house. Honey, don't even argue with him, I'm going to call the security guards to throw him out of this place. They're going to get it from me for letting him into my luxurious home.”

Again, Victor made his way to the door and disappeared into it. However, Maxwell still did not budge. He had learned the whole truth which they kept from him for many years so there's no fear in him whatsoever.

“I'm warning you now, leave this place peacefully while you still can. Unless you want to be thrown out like the rubbish that you are.”

Maxwell stood up from the sofa and walked around the place with a mischievous grin on his face.

“I want to be thrown out.”

Scanning the place with his eyes, he thought of something and asked Patricia. “I can see that my pretty ex-wife is not around. Tell me Patricia, where is Valerie? Well, I guess you guys have succeeded in pushing her into marrying your candidate.”

“Yeah, we have. It's better than being with a loser like you. How did you ever think that we'll let our precious treasure stay with a loser like you?” Patricia retorted coldly as she turned around to glare at Maxwell. 

A moment ago, she was claiming not to know who Maxwell was. But now, she had just indirectly acknowledged him as her ex son in-law.

“You guys are already wealthy, yet you couldn't let me be with Valerie because I was poor. I loved Valerie so much but you chose to ignore our love.” Maxwell shook his head vigorously and turned to see his ex-father- in-law in the company of two security guards.

The man pointed at him and said to the guards. “Take that trash out of my house.”

“Your house, really?” Maxwell chuckled and turned to the men who were approaching him. He lifted his right hand to halt the two men.

“I can find my way out of here.”

Turning to Victor and Patricia, he said scornfully. “Both of you should better brace up for what is coming because I won't be quiet. I'll surely pay you back with your own coin.”

With a very darkened expression, Maxwell stormed out of the house leaving the couple stunned. They kept wondering what gave Maxwell the temerity to threaten them. Where did he get the confidence from? Was it from the prison?

As they glanced at each other, Victor waved off the matter. “Don't worry about him honey, he's just a barking dog who can't bite.”

After some thoughts, Patricia asked her husband. “How come he is already a freeman? I thought he was supposed to be in that prison for a few more years?”

“I have no idea why he's been released.” Victor replied while shaking his head.

“Do you think he escaped? If that's the case, then we should call the police immediately. A scumbag like him should be rotting in prison.”

“You're right honey.”

Swiftly, Victor took out his phone to call the commissioner who he had befriended for sometime now. 

“Hello, Commissioner James. What happened because I just saw my convicted ex-son- in-law in my house. Are you sure there was no prison break?”

On the other end of the line, the man was stunned to hear Victor's report. If there was any prison break, he would have heard of it by now.

“No, Mr. Victor. There was no prison break so I guess that the man you are talking about has served his jail terms and has been released.”

“But how's that even possible? I'm sure he still has extra years to spend. How come he's a freeman already?”

Commissioner James thought about the whole thing and then remembered the possible reason Maxwell must have been released.

“Um, I think he was among the inmates who got a presidential pardon. It was announced on TV some weeks ago so I'm guessing you didn't watch it.”

Victor's expression darkened as he turned to stare at his wife who was listening with a deep frown on her.

“Alright, thank you. I just wanted to be sure he isn't a runaway convict. I would have handed him over to the police.”

Victor ended and angrily clenched his fists but Patricia drew closer and patted him on the back.

“You just have to let it go. There's nothing we can do now.”

Meanwhile, Maxwell was broke, homeless and without a phone as he walked out the gate of the Morgans' home. A place that was supposed to be his. Victor took it away from him.

The only good thing the couple did for him was to raise him up from his childhood to the man he is. However, with the way he was treated, they made it obvious to him that he wasn't their child.

While trying to figure out what his next line of action would be, a black Van pulled over before him and some men grabbed onto him and forcefully shoved him into the car.