Leon feels the crushing weight of all of this heavy on his chest. It's too much information all at once. He has been through so much tragedy in his life, that he can't believe that his fortune has suddenly changed. He doesn't believe that he is Shankly's lost heir. It takes a heavy toll on him, that he finds himself staggering back to the bed, and Helen rushes to help him. “Come on, Leon, please be careful,” she holds onto his arm. “Argh, Miss, please. I don't want to stain your expensive clothes with my blood.” He winces. “Please,” she snorts. “How does that matter when you are my brother?” She performs a few examinations, to know that he is not in any real danger, then she leaves the doctor to administer the rest of the drugs to him. Leon needs help immediately. Not only physically, but in many aspects of his life. Thinking about all the trauma he has experienced in his life, she finds herself at the very brink of tears. Helen is a doctor, she has a deep background in ps

Leon has never felt this beaten down by life. Not when his adoptive father died, not when Selina practically spat in his face. A few drops of tears roll down his cheeks as he realizes that his mother is about to slip out of his hands. He has lost his biological mother, he won't lose his adoptive mother too. Not even the devil will be able to take her away from him. He wipes his eyes with the back of his left hand and lifts the phone back to his ear. “Listen to me, mum. You are not going to die. I am going to get the money right now, and you will get the treatment.” He assures her. His mother chuckles painfully at the other side. “My poor boy, don't you understand? Mrs Xavier cancelled it a few weeks before, and has been giving us fake cheques. That means that I have exhausted any chance to get treatments on loan. I have to pay that off, before they even consider giving me a bed.” “I will get the money!” Loen quickly declares, surprising himself. “Hold on for me, I

Leon doesn't understand what is happening, but now he has seen that the mysterious woman has started to take charge of the situation. Whoever is on the phone with the receptionist seems to be a very powerful person, because the receptionist is no longer hostile. She puts a call through and immediately, a stretcher comes and his mother is picked from the ground. “Oh Lord, thank you!” Leon clutches his chest with relief. “Thank you, Rochelle, for having mercy upon me.” Rochelle, the receptionist, bites down her lips in fear. She bows to Leon deeply, he is totally taken aback by this. “I'm sorry for treating you very rudely, Leon. I had no idea that you had connections in this hospital. Forgive me.” Leon is dumbfounded, but before he can open his mouth to ask her what she is talking about, the mysterious woman comes and gives him another smile. “Are you alright, Mister Leon? Please, tell me if you need anything and I will call someone to get it for you.” Leon's words tumble over

Selina ends the call with a look of triumph on her face. She can't believe that silly Leon even thought of calling her. She has just stepped out of the house in the most beautiful dinner dress to see someone very important. It's not very easy to get a booking at the twelve wines, but Damien knows a lot of people…She gives her hair a little pat as she catwalks back to the table to join Damien and his sister, Helen Shankly. “Sorry, one of my workers just called me. Nothing serious.” She smiles as she sits. “No worries,” Damien kisses the back of her hand. Helen smiles brightly at them, squinting her eyes. “Oh, Damien, look at you all in love again.” “Yeah, I told you and the twins that I was going to change my ways. I'm done being a playboy now, I'm going to make our parents proud by getting married!” Helen nods as she takes a sip from her cocktail. “I'm happy for that, brother. And Selina…” Her eyes wanders to the left. Selina immediately sits up and puts on an air of innocen

Damien lied to both Selina and his sister. He doesn't have a meeting with anyone, instead he goes to the most dangerous part of the city. Gerald road is the name of one of the oldest parts of the city where bad things take place. At night, prostitution, gambling, stabbing, and all sorts of things happen. Unknown to his sister, Damien, in his attempt to find more exorbitant things to do with his life, fell into a terrible trap. That's why his hands are greasy with sweat as he drives slowly down Gerald street. He sits a group of men smoking, and he immediately wets his lips in anxiety. He turns off the engine of the car and gets out. Dante, the leader of the clique, looks up with a squint. “Yo, yo, yo, look who is here!” Dante laughs as he looks around. “It's the heir of the Shankly dynasty! What's the prince himself doing here?” Damien is careful not to get too close, and he is very scared of Dante. “Hey, Dante, I got your message. Our discussion is not something to be had over