Chapter 5

Jack sat back on the bar stool. His eyes were big. He ran his hands through his brown hair. Did he hear Mr. Gibson correctly? He was Henry Kingsley? No! He was Jack. He's always been Jack. This was impossible! Mr. Gibson must be wrong. He must have him confused with someone else.

"Mr. Gibson, I'm sorry, but you must be mistaken. My name is Jack. I grew up at Old George Orphanage. I'm no Kingsley descendant, I'm sure of it."

Mr. Gibson politely smiled at Jack, "I know this is unexpected. To be given such news at such a late hour after growing up at the orphanage for some many years. Your grandfather, Lord Kingsley, never stopped his pursuit looking for you."

Mr. Gibson took a breath before he continued, "But I do assure you, it's the truth. To find out after all this time you'd be staying at the orphanage after your grandfather's own name. It's unbelievable. We've already ran the tests, you are Henry Kingsley."

Jack looked astonished, "What tests? How? What are you talking about?"

Arthur Gibson reached into his coat pocket and pulled put a folded piece of paper and slid it to Jack across the bar top. He looked at Jack intently. Jacked grabbed the piece of paper and unfolded it. He began to read the contents of the paper. His jaw dropped. How could this be? He was just a poor orphan. No family. And now, all of a sudden he was Henry Kingsley, the heir of the Kingsley fortune?

"As you can see from the paperwork in front of you, we've already gathered your DNA. We've matched your DNA with your late father's DNA. You are indeed the son of Dr. Alexander Kingsley. The grandson of Lord George Kingsley. The young heir of the Kingsley family. You may have been a poor orphan yesterday, but today you're the young, very wealthy heir of the Kingsley family."

Jack sat in silence. He was lost for words. Everything he thought he knew about himself, it was all wrong. He was the lost son of Dr. Alexander and Elizabeth Kingsley, Henry Kingsley. He had mixed emotions. On one hand, the way he grew up was hard, but it had humbled him. On the other hand, it seemed he was the heir to a fortune.

Jack looked at Arthur, "I think I need a drink."

Jack stood up and walked behind the bar top counter. He grabbed a glass and he poured himself a beer. He took a big drink before setting the glass back down on the counter. He returned his attention to Mr. Gibson.

"What does all this mean, Mr. Gibson?"

"Mr. Kingsley, you don't need to be so polite with me. I work for you now. You're the young heir of the Kingsley family. It is my honor to serve you. As for what this all means.. I've been given very detailed instructions from your grandfather."

Mr Gibson continued, "Your grandfather understands you've been away from the Kingsley family for so long that you may now have your own life to lead. Therefore you're free to make your own choices and do what you'd like to do. However, whether or not you return to the family, your grandfather has asked me to give you this.."

Arthur reached into his inner coat jacket one last time and pulled out a small black bank card. He stood from his seat at the bar top table and walked to the bar top counter and set the card down in front of Jack.

"This bank card is for you to do with as you please. This bank card possesses $15 billion dollars. It's yours. There are no requirements expected from you to receive this vast wealth. As I said previously, you can do with it as you please."

"When you're ready and if you choose to do so, the Kingsley family will accept you with open arms. Take your time. Live a little."

Jack couldn't believe what he's heard. $15 billion dollars!? Just earlier today he had only $47 dollars in his pocket. Now he had billions in a bank account in his very own name? Jack took another long drink of the beer in front of him. This had to be a dream. It's the only thing that made sense.

Arthur could tell that Jack looked dazed and confused. It was a lot to throw at a young man who had grown up in an orphanage. A young man who had grown up poor. A young man who had originally believed he had no family.

"Mr. Kingsley, on the back of the business card I've given you is my phone number. You can reach me at any time, day or night. If there is nothing else, I will be on my way."

Jack looked at Arthur Gibson, "Wait." He took a moment to collect himself before he continued, "I need some time to digest all that you've told me hear tonight. Though I do have an ask of you, Mr. Gibson. I don't want anyone to know what you've told me. I don't want anyone to know who I truly am. I'd prefer when others are present, that you only address me as Jack. Do you understand?"

Arthur Gibson understood what it would mean if everyone were to find out Jack's true identity before he was ready to reveal it in his own time. It was his job to serve the young heir of the Kingsley family. If Henry wanted to be known as Jack, then he'd call him Jack.

"I understand, sir. I will only refer to you as Jack in the company of others. I'll do as you wish."

Jack nodded. "Thank you, Mr. Gibson."

Arthur nodded in return to Jack. He walked to the door before he looked back at the young heir one last time.

"Remember Mr. Kingsley, my number is on the back of my business card. I'm at your disposal at any time. The bank card is already set up and available to you whenever you should need it. Good night, sir."

Arthur Gibson left the Pour House. Jack stood behind the bar top and stared at the bank card in front of him. He grabbed the business card, the bank card, as well as the DNA paperwork and shoved it all into his pocket. He walked to the door and looked outward. Arthur Gibson was gone. He locked the door and began walking back to the small room that he shared with Jill. How would he explain any of this to her? Could he? He'd sleep on it and decide in the morning.