The driver took Felicia to St Marys private hospital. The drive was only 15 minutes as he weaved through traffic but for Mrs Walters it had felt like they traveled for hours. She was worried. She couldn't help thinking what if she is too late. A tear slid down her eyes and she lifted her gold silk handkerchief dabbing her cheeks. She walked through the main entrance to the help desk." Good morning, I am here for Mr Patrick Walters". A tall blonde girl with thick glasses looked up from her computer screen. " and you are?"
" Felicia Walters, his wife! " she almost screamed.
Wait a second while I check. She punched a few buttons and squinted at the screen" well it seems your husband is in the intensive care unit, private suite 1. Its the third floor. Take the lift at the end of the passage to the third floor and take a left at the end of the corridor".
Felicia thanked her and hurried to the intensive care unit. She read the top of the closed doors, I
Outside the hospital, Andrew asked Jefferson to ride with his mother. Peter and Andrew had some business to attend to at the company.They all left the hospital. "Where are we going?" Peter asked. He had no idea where Andrew needed to be or what business was so urgent.Andrew parked the SUV on the corner of the street and beckoned Peter to walk with him. He took out a suitcase from the boot and strode around the corner. There stood a large historic church building the sign read ST RUPERTS ORPHANAGE . "Ah, so you are doing charity?""Just keep walking", Andrew said in an annoyed tone.Around the corner they went into a small alley. It was a dumping site in the area. In between the large dumpsters crouched a boy in a suit, with his head in his palms. Peter recognized the boy from last night." Well John, you have done well. Your performance last night and this morning was well played. Here is your payment. One million dollars" Andrew through the sui
Adrianna got dressed and walked to the garden with her head down. Her face drooped with sadness. She sat next to Martha under the large apple tree. " Where is the boy?" Martha asked, slicing an apple and handing it to Adrianna. Adrianna just shruhged her shoulders, she did not know. They both sat in silence until Martha asked, " what happened? This isn't like you, but I have faith in you". Adrianna felt tears sting her eyes, just hearing her that her mother did not doubt her warmed her heart. " I don't remember what happened last night. I had a drink with this boy, er, his name was, Jake,no no no, John, yes that was it John. And then after that it was a blur."Martha looked into Adrianna's eyes, she held her cheeks in her hands, " do you think he had done this? "" I dont know"."My dear, we are powerless in this family. Don't ever let your guard down. Learn to see beyond what is in front of you and you will see the truth" Martha left Adrianna with these wise
Three months in the hospital, Patrick has finally been discharged from hospital. He had spent two months in the intensive care unit and a month in the rehabilitation centre to get him back to normal life. The doctor had told him about his condition. At first it came to him as a shock but gradually he had come to terms with his cancer and planned for when he is gone. They said he had just over a year to live. At his mid eighties he felt that he had lived his life to his fullest. He had seen his children grow up and his grandchildren as well. He knew deep in his heart that he would have to make a sensible choice about the company. All his grandchildren were equally qualified and competitive. They all possessed great qualities to lead but he also knew he needed someone that would lead with compassion. He knew that was Adrianna, but he could not base his decision on his feelings. He knew his sons would put up a fight of jealousy crying favoritism, especially his two daughter-in-la
Patrick invited everyone to sit around the large dining table with him. He sat at the end feeling warm just looking at his family together. On the left of him sat felica followed by Andrew and Jeffersons family and on his right was Peter and his family.He stared into at the door across him while he gathered his thoughts. " My dear children, today I wish to put forward the application to a heir for Walters industries".Everyone's faces lit up upon hearing the words HEIR. But realisation soon left them confused. " application?" Sierra barked. We all know that our son is the most capable. Lady Francesca laughed, " What makes you think that your son is most capable, our son has accomplished all A's and was the top student. He should be the heir"."QUIET!!!", Patrick roared." Thiw is exactly why there is an application. There are three grandchildren in this house, each of them deserve a chance at proving themselves."Sierra fiery as a dragon question
"John, the barn is getting to cluttered with junk, clean the junk out and get rid of the clutter" Felicia barked. With Patrick's retirement coming so soon, she wanted everything to be cleaned out thoroughly while her good for nothing son-in-law was here and Patrick was still working. Since his return he has been more compassionate to everyone including the servants. She didn't know why, and she didn't want to. He showered her with his love, and devoted his free time just to being with her and only her."Yes, Grandma" John smiled fakely. He didn't know how long more he could bear being belittled but he did know one thing, he loved her. He loved Adrianna with every beat of his heart. He would bear anything for her. He would walk through fire for her. He would move the sun and moon if he could. He knew, deep down in his heart one day she would love him for him.He put on a pair of blue overalls and went into the barn. He felt around the wooden wall behind the door unt
They arrived at the underground parking lot of Smith Corporations. Parking close to the elevator the bodyguard jumped off and opened the door for John. He stepped out still puzzled. They stood in front of the elevator waiting in silence.*Ping*The elevator doors open and a few people step out looking at him in disgust. He stepped into the elevator and looked at his appearance in the mirror. His face had dirt and he had come in that dirty overalls which was blue earlier that morning. His clothes were now brown with dust, creased and dirty. His hair had cobwebs. He looked like a hobo, a drunkard off the streets. He dusted himself but still looked filthy.*Ping*They had reached the last floor of the building, the 75th floor. It was one if the tallest buildings in the city. He stepped out of elevator, still fully aware of his appearance and put his head down in embarrassment. To his surprise there was no one on this floor."Sir, would you like to freshen
Mr Smith poured two glasses of whiskey, offering one to John. John didn't want to be rude and took the glass with no intention of drinking it.The couple smiled at each other before Mr Smith spoke, " John, this may all be happening too fast but you are the heir of Smith Corporations. Your mother and I had put you in the orphanage to keep you safe. Our brother wanted to kill you to gain control of the company. Since he could not have a heir of his own he couldn't bear the thought of having the company given to you. It was our only chance of keeping you safe".This was too much to take in and John stared at them in disbelief. Him, an orphan, a simpleton was the heir of Smith Corporations. " You are jokung right? Who put you up to this? Andrew? Jefferson? I have been tricked before, I'm not falling prey to your games!!!!!" , John laughed mockingly.Mr and Mrs Smith looked at each other, they needed to convince him at any cost. She walked over to the frames and read ou
As they approached the Walters mansion, Francis takes a file out of the back seat pouch. He hands it to John, " take this, if you have any questions call Alex on the cellphone we gave you".John placed the folder with the contract he took inside is overall jacket and ran back to the barn. He peeped outside the door making sure no one had seen him. He sighed in relief and walked to the back of the barn, sitting on a little stool inbetween the painting and out of view.John pulled out the folder and contract and held them in his hands deciding which to read first. He opened the folder and read through it. It a copy of the business portfolio of Smith Corporations, and indeed John smith born 28-02-1990, was the heir. It was him, he smiled thinking about how he would win Adrianna's heart. He shook his head, no, she should not know about this, no one should. I must win her love. She must love me for me. He read through the every page taking in all the details. He needed