004

AN HOUR EARLIER

"Thud!" The plates of food crashed to the ground, slightly missing the head of the keeper of George's Berger household.

The bare store house would now be the home of one of the most admired people in the world.

He was at the peak of his fame, and at the height of his career when the second accident of his lifetime occurred, sending him to his wheels.

"A wife they disguise it? Why don't they just come plain and tell me that they are getting someone that's going to mock me each day and remind me of my torn state!" George growled with anger.

The state of his disability had gotten him here. Bitter, ragged, and broke him into shambles. And the news of having a wife out of all the sea ladies that used to flock at him was a mockery of his name.

"I would rather pick the option of being hanged on a tree than being entangled with someone who's going to mock me all my life!" George returned with fine lines scattered all around his face.

George spun the chair around, ready to leave the place to his deep dark room that had always been his hideout.

"They won't be able to consider you anymore as someone worthy of being the CEO if you reject this proposal!"

These words that echoed into the ears of George suddenly made him pause. His face squeezed into itself and his hands were clenched tightly until they bled.

His teeth gnashed and his body quivered with rage. "I won't have you going shopping with me today!" George growled with anger as he rolled away.

Mr. Jones signed, his heart dropping to the bottom of his feet. His young master always wanted to do things himself when he needed the most help at the moment.

He has always known the lively nature of his young master right from birth, being the direct assistant of his mother until her untimely death.

After her death, and having a father who was always busy and a cruel stepmother, Mr. Jones had to eventually step in the gap to take care of his young master.

A deep breath sank deep into his lungs and he sighed once again.

"Please, God. Bring someone that's going to heal the body and heart of my young master!" Prayed Jons

BACK TO THE PRESENT.

 If there was anything, her daughter was trying to be nice to him. However, it turned out that there were a hell lot of other bitches in the world apart from the Lincolns.

Approaching the young man, with the earth trembling under her raging feet, she quickly raised a crying Arizona from the floor.

Her eyes blazed at the young man who had put her daughter in such a position. She wanted to yell at him and put him in the place that he was supposed to be.

However, Lucy's guts seemed to have suddenly run dry of words as her eyes interlocked with the stranger's.

The face of the man was fully masked, leaving out only the vital points of his face even when it wasn't Halloween yet.

But just the state in his eyes forced Lucy into a sudden pause. It sparkled and radiated, a sense of familiarity rising through her.

Or maybe it was her brain that was trying to play a trick on her. But one thing that she could tell, her feet were firmly rooted to the floor, and her heart pounded.

"What are you staring at? My broken legs?"

"What are you going to do next? Tell me how bad a suit is going to fit into me. Or tell me that a child would be better than me in this state.

Is that the reason that you sent the little rascal to me?" His voice dripped with cold arrogance, stabbing through the heart of Lucy and making her stumble in her steps.

Her face contorted into a sour expression as she was suddenly knocked off from her thoughts. Her lips tightened into her mouth as she was snapped out of her gaze.

That was the same person that she was trying to have some sort of sympathy for and her daughter was trying to help out.

"Some people don't deserve any good!" Lucy returned with a sense of disdain written all over her tune at this moment.

"And you are even worse than a such people."

The young man in the wheelchair pricked with anger. Her hands shuttered weakly with the anger that surged throughout his vines.

Whatever that was happening, it had to be the family trying to make a mess out of his life, after causing him to go through another accident once again.

His body shook with rage and his hands shot Lucy.

"How dare you speak to me in such a tone?" He growled. "Do you even realize who I am!"

"Obviously! a useless man stuck in a wheelchair and wants to throw a tantrum at everyone because of it!" Lucy's words ran blunt and icy cold. A sharp deadly knife that could easily cut through the hardest heart.

"You!" The teeth of the young man gnashed against each other.

"You are just as pathetic as everyone else. And soon everyone is going to see it. You're just a bitter soul and I doubt you will be able to keep that child for long."

The words shook Lucy to her bones, causing sweat to drip from her face as she was taken aback in her steps.

"I don't want to lose you, Mommy!" Arizona sobbed her tears wetting the chest of Lucy.

Meanwhile, the young man watched, the grin that formed on his face was flushed with utter satisfaction.

He had finally been able to hit Lucy at the point where she was going to break.

Lucy's hands were clenched tightly. The chills that ran through her spine initially suddenly morphed into anger.

Her face inched closer to the young man as she spat right in his eyes. "Now I realize why you are stuck on that chair, just the perfect place for you!”