Cathrina ignored Leonard’s glare which was sharp enough to cut through her skin. She joined them on the mat and placed the large appetizing bowl of fruit salad before her.“This looks delicious!” Fred found himself mumbling with his eyes rolling all over the bowl.Catherine flashed a mischievous smile.Leonard felt betrayed. He darted his malicious stare back to Fred.“You can as well try a spoonful, Fred. It’s a recipe I’m good at.” Catherine boasted. “David loved it as a child. I’m sure he’s still fond of it.”“Glad to hear that you still have memories of what he likes. I thought the drugs in your system must have wiped that off.” Leonard spat, looking straight into her eyes.Catherina gave a weak smile. “Why don’t we focus on the family picnic and leave out the banter for some other time.”“First of all, you are not part of the family. No one invited you here and you’ll do us a great favor if you leave.” Leonard responded.Catherina turned to Fred with a sigh. “I’m sure you’ll want

David got to the mansion and headed straight to the dining. He arrived just when Leonard was tossing his plate of omelets to the side, looking pissed.“The eggs are raw.” June supplied with her lips curled in irritation. She grabbed a glass of water and shook her head, ditching the coffee.Leonard fell back on his chair. “Might have to order breakfast since you all turned out to be useless.” He told Milli who had just served.“I’m very sorry sir.”Milli sighed and began to clear the table. She grabbed the plates and dashed to the kitchen mumbling incoherent words. If only Shane had allowed her to make breakfast but Shane had insisted on cooking while Milli served and it turns out the maid created a disaster. David sat beside with father with a sigh. “I guess I’ll just grab something at the café downtown then.”“And where are you coming from this early?” Leonard demanded after noticing that David was dressed.“I was at the hospital to check up on Sylvia.”June turned away after David’

Sylvia pressed her eyes against each other. While her brain was picking up a burning sensation, her nostrils were inhaling the scent of medication. She was on her back, facing the white ceiling.She shut her eyes and soon, she was having flashes of her accident. She recollected standing with Morris on a safe path and the next thing was a sport emanating out of nowhere and then it ran into her.She quickly opened her eyes with a gasp and it dawned on her that she was confined in a hospital. She looked down at the patient uniform she was wearing and when she gazed up, she realized that she had been connected to a ventilator and a drip was hooked to her left hand.Was the accident that bad? She wondered and felt the bandage on her forehead with her free hand. She had no idea which day it was or what time of the day it was.“Hello!” Sylvia mumbled weakly with loneliness coursing through her veins.A few moments later, the door to the ward was pushed open and when Sylvia looked in the dire

David pulled the doorknob inward and just when he was about to take a step out of the room, he bumped into June by the door.His heart skipped a beat and when she stared at him with a quirked brow, David began to stumble on his words.“I just came to check up on Sylvia. The hospital. We…”June folded her arms across her chest, maintaining an investigative stare. David stepped out and slowly shut the door behind him.”“I never knew she was discharged.”“The hospital called me this evening so I got there and was able to process her discharge after she was declared fit.”June hummed. “I see.”David studied her. It was 9 pm yet she was fully dressed.“Where are you coming from?”The question caught June off guard. “I just stepped out for dinner. The food they cook here is gibberish.” She said and cleared her throat loudly. Meanwhile, she had just got off from a meeting with her Godfather.“And what are you doing here?” David flung another question at her.She arched a brow. Wasn’t she sup

“Wells Empire is doing just fine,” David replied and reached for an apple. “I’m doing my best to make profits every day.”“What about you? Are you doing just fine?” Sylvia asked.David took a bite and shook his head. “The truth is, my head feels like it's going to explode.”Sylvia sat up. “Stress? Business proposals? Annoying clients? Pressures from the deadline and what else?”“You seem to know a lot about running a business which leaves me surprised but the thing is, none of this can be compared to the pressure to deliver,” David said.“Lots of expectations from the only son of Leonard Wells. I mean since your father was a perfect business icon, no one expects you to falter.”David chuckled. “If only they know how difficult it is to run a business and then be an icon.”Sylvia arched a brow. “Is it that hard? I thought you just wear nice suits, rode in exotic cars, sit in offices and sign documents while the employees run things. Isn't that what CEOs do?”David broke out laughing. “Y