Chapter 7 _ Brothers Fury

At the government-owned specialist hospital where Mr. Robert had been transferred, Helen's four older brothers—Paul, Zion, Caleb, and Patrick—waited in the room.

Paul Robert was a thirty-seven-year-old man and the oldest among them. Zion was thirty-five, Caleb was thirty-three, and Patrick was thirty-one, the brother closest in age to Helen. They were in the hospital room with their father's lawyer, Mr. Lucas Samson.

"Barrister Lucas, we need to prepare my father's will in case he dies," Paul said ruthlessly. He wanted to take over Roberts Pharmaceutical, but his father had refused, saying Paul was reckless and wouldn't manage the company well.

Paul wished he could strangle his father to death. However, he wasn't the only son; he had three other brothers who also longed to take over the company. But the company had lost a huge sum of money, which they had only just discovered.

"Paul, how can you be asking about Dad's company? How do we pay the workers now that Dad lost fifty million from his account to those scammers? We have to get the money back, not fight over who takes over the company," Zion said. He owned a fashion company that wasn't doing well.

Zion hadn't known his father's pharmaceutical company had as much as fifty million dollars that could be scammed. But now that he knew, he couldn't let Paul take over. The company was already worth next to nothing, as their father had lost all the funding to a fake representative from Kingston's Pharmaceutical.

"How can the two of you be fighting over who takes over Dad's company? Dad is sick, and instead of looking for a healer who can tell us who scammed him and left him with a stroke, you two are wrestling over the CEO position of a bankrupt company?" Caleb chimed in. He was an actor and was doing well on his own. His older brothers glared at him; they all wore shorts and black trousers and had hurried from their workplaces after their mother called to tell them their father could no longer speak.

Rosemary sat in the room crying, wearing a blue dress and a pair of black shoes. She was seated in a chair in the hospital room, hating to see her sons quarreling over 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 need to shut up and calm down. If you're not here to discuss your father's recovery but his property—and you went and invited his lawyer, Barrister Lucas Samson—then the three of you should leave!" Rosemary yelled, her body trembling. She hadn't eaten since morning.

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

"Get out, the three of you! You've all added to your father's illness and caused him headaches. If you all have such an interest in the company, then why not find a healer to cure him? He's 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 quieted down and walked out of the room.

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

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

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

"Mom, how could Dad will his company to Helen? She'll get married and forget she's even a member of this family," Paul said, his voice chilling as blue veins bulged in his neck. He was wearing a red shirt and black shoes.

"Paul, you are desperate, and your father believed you would sell off his company, forgetting it was his hard work. That's why he didn't trust you. You can forget about inheriting that company. Even if it didn't go bankrupt, it would never be yours," Rosemary said, her body trembling as she glared at her firstborn. He was so reckless with his spending that he couldn't manage his own business.

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

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

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

"Mom, it's okay. You're going to get sick if you keep shouting like this," Patrick said, his voice laced with worry, and Rosemary told him, "Then tell your brothers to leave. They don't care about your father, only his wealth. They should get out of my sight."

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

"Fine, Mom. Since you don't want us here, go ahead and call Helen to find a doctor for Dad, or since she's a pharmacist, let her come and cure him herself. Why are you all searching for a doctor when your precious daughter can heal him? Huh! I'm 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, having hurried over to find out what the commotion in the government-owned specialist hospital was about.

The noise had even attracted media attention, and reporters were already gathering to capture the news.