Blake grasped his head from the sudden migraine that hit him. With the support of Mr. Martin, he was accompanied to the VIP ward where Emma will be transmitted to.Miss Hannah's assertion kept tolling in his head till they got to the ward. “Was? What do you mean by that?” he queried. Miss Hannah sat beside him with a small sigh, she traded glances with Mr. Martin who nodded his head as a go-ahead. They are not just here because of Emma but also for another reason they haven't had the prospect to talk with Blake about it.“Your Mother was married to Gerald, my late elder brother and the founder of Gold Corp but she vanished with you and your sister after his death”She halted to take in Blake's retort, surprisingly, he didn't say or do anything. “You were only ten years old then” she added, pausing for the second time to give room for Blake to talk and his next question took them off guard. “Why? Why did she leave?” he asked. Miss Hannah coughed, trying to avoid his searing gaze.
Blake's eyes followed her every move as she spoke. He couldn't comprehend anything from her statement earlier. “Who are you?” he inquired, trying to hold the roadside seat for support. The stress he went through during the day was starting to take effect on his body as he wobbled.The lady ambled a bit closer, taking in Blake's formation. “You don't look okay, we can talk after I get you treated. Please come with me” she indicated. Blake creased his brows, his gaze became intense as he took a few steps back. Maria and Jeffery must be playing a stunt on him. This might be a plan to exterminate him and flinghis body into the ocean. That way, no one will ever find out of his whereabouts. With his hand on his hurting stomach, Blake raised his head the second he heard a light chuckle from the mysterious woman. She dipped her hand into her bag, bringing out her business card. “I am glad I brought this, it looks like you have a little trust issue” she beamed, handing the card to him.
Jeffery's men pounced on Blake, they slapped and booted him to the floor. Blood spewed out of his mouth after several punches. While trying to escape from them, Blake ended up hitting his head on the wall, causing him to wince in unexpected pain. He didn't say he would not get a divorce, how do they expect him to leave his sister alone in the hospital when he is the only family she has? Particularly during an integral period of her life. “Tomorrow, we will get the divorce tomorrow” he enunciated. As he spoke, his voice emerged as a mere whisper, fragile and strained, barely audible. Each word was accompanied by a tremor, a subtle quiver betraying the depth of his uncertainty and vulnerability. Maria's laughter spurted with a hint of derision in her voice. “Useless people like you love their lives too?” she mocked. “There is no need to stain our hands with his polluted blood that screams nothing but poverty since he has agreed to the divorce happening tomorrow” Mrs. Jones interc
“What do you say? Will you choose to let your sister die? My condition is simple. You are no longer needed in my life by the way” Maria declared firmly.She is desperately begging him for a divorce, right? Then he will fulfill her desire.“Since you want to get rid of me so bad, I agree to the divorce but I do not —” “You've made the right choice there, you are not as idiotic as I thought you were. Here is a cheque of 6 million dollars, take it as me paying you off for your one year of joblessness” she interrupted before he could complete his statement. She brought out a written cheque from her bag and threw it at him. “You don't need to pay back, we will get the divorce as soon as possible” she summed upRight as she was about to turn to leave, the nurse strode towards them.“Here is your payment receipt, sir. And congratulations, the doctor has scheduled tomorrow morning for Miss Richardson’s surgery” she announced with a wide smile on her face. From the very moment she learned a
The book on Cheryl's hand fell to the floor, her eyes flickered between Blake and Mr. Martin while Blake stood there with a confused expression. “I am just an acting CEO, how dare you talk to a member of the Richardson family in that manner? The overall owner and CEO of Gold Corp?” Mr. Martin voiced. The commotion drew the attention of other workers who were as shocked as both Cheryl and Blake himself. Blake is the real owner of Gold Corp and a member of the Richardson family, the most powerful family in the world. They could make anyone disappear in seconds and they won't be reprimanded for it. It was rumored that the real owner of Gold Corp had been away for years, the whole world knew he was going to come back but Cheryl didn't know he would come back looking like this. How could she not have known? Cheryl's shoulders slumped in defeat, right there in front of everyone, she dropped to her knees in front of Blake. “I am sorry Sir, please have mercy on me. I had no idea who you
Blake kept the paper aside and emitted into a disbelieving laughter. He was amused, astonished, and skeptical.His mother's dementia must have chipped in for her to think that they are wealthy. She didn't think of writing a small company's name but Gold Corp, the best in the world? What a parody! How is he the owner of such a company? If anything, they have been feeding from hand to mouth since their mother was alive, she was prominently not from a wealthy family either. He picked up the glistening gold-plated necklace. It looked new and shiny as though it was made today, Blake scrutinized it, he needn't be told that it cost a lot. With the necklace in his hand, he speculated the likelihood of what was written there being true, although he couldn't bring himself to acknowledge that. Blake picked up the paper and neatly tucked it in his pocket, there was a number on it. It might come in handy for him. He walked to the mirror and wore the necklace on his neck, walking out of the ro
Blake walked into his sister's ward with a fervent smile on his face, he was coming back from the doctor's office and the astronomical amount needed for her surgery left him in a comprehensive mess. He won't be able to generate five million dollars with the kind of work he does, even if he is to save for two years. “How are you feeling, Emma?” he asked, sitting down at the perimeter of the bed. “Am I going to die? I find it laborious to inhale and exhale, I can't feel myself, Blake” Emma wailed. She has been suffering from leukemia for the past year. Instead of getting better, it keeps getting worse due to the lack of proper treatment. She feels out of breath because of anemia too.Blake looked away, he dabbed the tears that dropped on his face before his sister could catch a glimpse of him crying. Taking her hands into his, he stared at her in distress and determination. “You are not going to die, Emma. I won't let you die” he pledged. He vows to do whatever it takes to get the