CHAPTER 7

At the government-owned specialist hospital that Mr. Roberts was transferred to, Helen's four older brothers, Paul, Zion, Caleb, and Patrick, waited in the room.

Paul Roberts was a 37-year-old man and the oldest amongst them, while Zion was a 35-year-old man, Caleb was a 33-year-old man, and Patrick, who was 31, was older than Helen. They were in the hospital room with their father's lawyer, Mr. Lucas Samson.

"Barrister Samson, we need to prepare my father's will in case he is going to die," Paul said ruthlessly, as he wanted to take over Roberts Pharmaceutical, but his father refused to give it to him, saying that he was reckless and he was not going to manage the company well.

Paul wished that he could strangle his father to death. However, he was not the only son, and he had three younger brothers who longed to take over the company. But the company had lost a huge fund, which they got to realize.

"Paul, how can you be asking for Dad's company? How do we pay the workers now that Dad lost 50 million from his account to those scammers? We have to get the money back and not fight for who will take over the company," Zion said, as he owned a fashion company, but his company had not been doing well. He hadn't thought that his father's pharmaceutical company was having up to 50 million dollars that was scammed. But now that he knew, he could not allow Paul to take over the company. But the company was already equivalent to nothing, as their father had already lost all the funding to a fake representative from Kingston's Pharmaceutical.

"How can the two of you be fighting for who will take over Dad's company? Dad is sick, and instead of us looking for a healer for him to tell us who scammed him and left him with a stroke, yet you two are wrestling for the CEO of a bankrupt company?" Caleb chimed in, as he was an actor and he was doing well on his own. His older brothers glared at him, as they all wore shorts and black trousers and had hurried from their places of work after their mother called them to tell them that their father couldn't speak again.

Rosemary was in the room, crying as she wore a blue dress and a pair of black shoes. She was seated on a chair in the hospital room, not liking to see her sons quarreling now that they were fighting for who would take the company.

"I am Dad's first son, and it's my right to take over his company," Paul said, his voice firm and cutting through the tension.

"You all should keep shut and calm down. If you are not here to talk about your father's recovery but his property that you went to invite his lawyer, Barrister Lucas Samson, then you three should leave!" Rosemary yelled, her body trembling as she hadn't eaten since morning.

"Mom!" Patrick rushed over to meet his mother and held her trembling body, and she calmed and coughed.

"Get out, the three of you! You all added to your father's illness and caused him headaches. Since you all have interest in the company, then why not find a healer to cure him? He is getting worse, and we have hundreds of workers to pay at the company! Where do we get the money to pay them from? Get out!" Rosemary yelled again, coughing violently, and her three older sons calmed and walked towards the door.

"Fine, Mom. We will leave and look for a healer for Dad. If the hospital cannot cure him, then we will have to try native means," Paul said, even though he didn't want to try anything on his father. He was waiting for the old man to die to take over everything, since he believed that it was his birthright.

Rosemary scowled and said, "Let me burst your bubble and make it clear to you. Your father didn't leave the pharmacy company to any of you four because none of you is a pharmacist. If you had any interest in taking over Roberts Pharmaceutical, then you could have studied how to become a pharmacist. Instead, you went on pursuing your other dreams. The person your father left his pharmaceutical company to is Helen, and she is the one to inherit it."

"What!..." Paul and his brothers' eyes widened in shock, as they hadn't expected their father to will his company to Helen, their younger sister.

"Mom, how can Dad will his company to Helen? She will get married and forget that she is a member of this family?" Paul said, his voice chilling as blue veins popped out of his neck. He was wearing a red shirt and a pair of black shoes.

"Paul, you are so desperate, and your father believes that you will sell off his company and forget that it was his hard work. That's why he didn't trust you. You have to forget about inheriting that company, even if it were never to fall; it will not be yours," Rosemary said, her body trembling as she glared at her first son. He was so reckless with his spending, and he couldn't manage his own investment company.

After hearing what his mother said, Paul and Zion's expressions turned cold, and Paul yelled, "Since Dad prefers Helen to us, then I am out of here."

Paul left, and Zion muttered, "Mom, why will Dad do that? We invited Barrister Samson here to read out Dad's will. Why will he input Helen's name as his successor? Dad never believed in a woman furthering her education to the university, and now he left his pharmaceutical company to Helen!" Zion said, anger coursing through his veins as he couldn't believe his ears. So automatically, if Roberts Pharmaceutical didn't go bankrupt, does that mean that Helen was the one who would inherit the company?

"Yes. You heard me correctly. Even if Barrister Lucas Samson reads your father's will now that he is still alive, you guys ain't the successors because you know nothing about drugs. You will crumble the company or sell it off. So forget about the company and look for a doctor to treat your father!" Rosemary yelled, while Patrick held her.

"Mom, it's okay. You are going to get sick if you continue to shout like this," Patrick said, his voice laced with worry, and Rosemary told him, "Then tell your brothers to leave. They do not care about your father—only his wealth. They should leave my sight."

Rosemary started sobbing, and Patrick looked at Zion and Caleb for them to leave.

"Fine, Mom. Since you do not want us here, go ahead and contact Helen to look for a doctor for Dad, or since she is a pharmacist, let her come and cure him by herself. Why are you all searching for a doctor when your precious daughter can heal him? Huh! I am out of here, and no one should call me again except to attend Dad's funeral!" Zion spat as he walked out of the room. The nurses looked at him in shock, as they had hurried over to know what the commotion in the government-owned specialist hospital was all about.

The noises had even attracted the media's attention, and they were around to capture the news.