Patrick went to the private hospital for his check up. He had told Felicia that he would be going into the office today as an aliby. He entered the private suite and lay on the bed as advised by the nurse. Dr Sharma, the best oncologist in New York was treating him. He was fromerly fro m India and moved to New York after graduating from medical school. He was a straight A student and was awarded the health oncology award w few years ago. Peter only wanted the best and Dr Sharma was the best in his field.
Dr Sharma entered the room with his clipboard in had. After doing a full physical examination, he wrote down notes . He ordered a few sets of blood and scans.
''Looks like your heart is failing you quicker than we expected , Mr walters'', Dr Sharma spoke truthfully. He knew that Patrick wanted the truth as it is. He never ever once asked him to sugar coat the truth.
''How long do I have?'', Patrick asked glumly.
Before DR Sharma could continue Patricks ph
Patrick returned home as if he was coming from the office. He grabbed his suitcase from the car and walked in to an empty house. The maids said Felicia had locked herself in the room all day.Patrick walked to the room and gently knocked. The lock turned and the door opened. He was greeted by a puffy red eyed Felicia. He kissed her on the forehead and took her in his frail embrace. Felicia broke out in hard sobs.Patricks heart hurt just looking at his broken wife. Her once happy spirit was now broken. He held her had and led her to the bed hugging her tightly . He consoled her. She wiped her tears , stood up and went to the bath to freshen up. Patrick called the servant and asked him to call a family meeting, Including John. After all, he was his Grandson -in -law.The servant nodded and left the room. Patrick went down to the dining hall and summoned the servant to serve them supper. It was already afternoon. Although he was not really hungry , he needed
Peter walked out of the house but did not go to the car. He let Martha wait for him while he took a stroll in the garden. The air was scented with roses, a clear breeze ruffled his hair. He sat on the bench trying to clear his thoughts. The garden was beautiful, the moon casting an evening glow on the tulips and orchids.Breathing in the fresh scent of the summer breeze his mind drifted away. He was enjoying the peace and quiet when a shadow loomed over his face. Opening his eyes slowly he saw her. White and pale under the moon glow. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Her long blonde hair fluttered in the breeze.Peter felt his heart pounding as she reached out her hand to him not getting any closer.All the colour had drained from his face and his heart thudded in his chest. His mouth went dry and his eyes bulged in their sockets.Looking at her figure in front of him, he felt fear grip his heart. He closed his eyes tightly an
Adrianna opened her eyes slowly. Her head was pounding, she felt weak and sick to her stomach. She lay on a hard single bed. The room was dim,there was a glimpse of light from a tiny window at the far corner of the room. She shivered as the cold crept into her bones. She lifted her hands to wipe her burning eyes but could not. They were tied behind her back and so were her legs, bound together at the ankles. She tried to scream but her throat was too dry, only a hoarse whisper left her lips.She could feel a sway , a gentle rocking motion beneath her body. She lifted herself up and hopped to the window. She could see the night sky. The stars looked beautiful and the moonlight eluminated a small part of the room. she could hear waves, the cal sound of the ocean. Her eyes shot open in shock, She was in the middle of the ocean.Adrianna became frantic, her heart pounding, she let out a hoarse scream. A shrill cry escaped her lips. Jomping up and down she created a thuddin
John looked at his phone. Still no word from Sky. He grew anxious. It has already been 24 hours and still no details regarding her request.Alex looked at him from his desk. He knew his boss was worried. Shy had not been to work for a few days. Before and after kidnapping his wife. There were no interactions on the clone phone and there was no location that could be retrieved for her.Johns heart sunk thiking about what condition his wife must be in. As he woke up and paced the office, Alex updated him on the situation with the Walters family.Patricks results were in and her had only 3 months left to live. At first he thought it was a lie, a gimic but it was proven to be very much true. He felt deeply sorry for the old man and really regretted pulling his grandmother-in-laws history. Although he wanted to seek revenge on those who had wronged them he also need to be compassionate.Would Adrianna love him if he ruined everyone's reputation? even if he did it from
John exited the taxi at the driveway of the hotel. He looked at the building with a fresh set of eyes. It was exquisitely built,the finest architecture he had seen in all his life. It was a victorian style building. The building was atleast 22 stories high , The ivory white exterior with honey glow trimmings made it elegant in the sun or the moon. No matter the lighting the building stood out.He saw the lincoln pull up just outside the entrance and Old Mr Walters stepped out, giving the valet guy the keys. John walked up the stairs just behind him. He watched as Patrick was greeted politely and ushered to a private seating area.As John walked following behind , the waitor stopped him in his tracks. Patrick turned around to look at the scene unfolding in front him.''Why are you following me, this is for the elite guests only'', the waitor said coldly.John wanted to ask him if he knew who he was when he saw the waitor wink.''I
''You have my word''.John watched as Old Mr Walters received the bill and took out a wad of one hundred dollar bills to pay for their dinner. John took out his wallet, He took out the three crisp hundred dollar bills and added it to Patricks generous amount.''No son, dinner was on me. It is only appropriate since I had invited you here'', Patrick spoke in a gentle tone. He genuinely meant well.''It is only respectful for me to contribute, sir'', John replied coolly,''It can add to the tip for the splendid service received by he waitor tonight''.Patrick smiled and nodded slightly. He was mosed impressed by John's ethical manor, he was born to be a leader. He knew it from the day he was born. He knew it as he watched him grow up secretly. He di not expect to gain his son-in law so soon, but it was in deed a blessing in disguise.John smiled at the old man in front of him,he was baffled by the gaze he received from his wrinkled eyes. It was if he
*Knock* *Knock* *Knock*The knock was loud in quiet night. It was only eight in the afternoon but John knew that everyone would be gone to bed. The rules had always been lights out at 7h30pm sharp. He also knew that the head mistress would be gone for the day, leaving only the night nanny and janitor who lives in the orphanage. He stood out side patiently waiting for and answer but it was still silent. He picked up the door knocker once more and was about to release it when the door abruptly jerked open. He was greeted by the always smiling Janitor. His face was wrinkled and worn out with age. He was in his mid forties when John was sent to the orphanage,now being in his late sixties almost seventies he was still so warm and humble as before. He was reluctant to let john enter but after a brief moment he opened the door slightly allowing John to squeeze himself in.He watched John with his failing eyesight as John entered in. Closing the door behing John he motioned hi
''Mr Paul, please do not worry about all that, lets just cut this deal. It will be our secret. No one even needs to know I was here''. John said the words slowly letting it sink into the old mans head. He needed that information. He needed to know his past in order to find himself. He watched the old mans face it was unchanged. He could feel that there was something that was holding him back from accepting this deal, all he could do now was hope that this little old man will take the deal. After moments of silence Mr Paul spoke,'' I accept your deal''. Although he accepted the deal, John could still sense the reluctance in his voice. John pulled out his phone and messaged Alex. Arrangements for the transfer was made within minutes. The old mans phone rang and he answered immediately looking at the number on the screen. It was the state care facility. After a brief conversation his lips curled in a smile. His sadness looked like they we