Boom! Ivy's words struck Eric to the core. His eyes widened in disbelief. “No,” he stuttered, shaking his head slowly. A bitter chuckle escaped his lips as wide eyes scanned hers. “You can't be serious, Ivy. I know you must be joking.” “Oh, come out from your daydream, you pathetic loser!” Cole snapped, a sarcastic laugh breaking out of his lips. “What makes you think Ivy wouldn't leave a poor thing like you to me? Huh?”Cole shook his head, faking pity. “Do you think you're that relevant to her? Oh, come on. Ivy doesn't like you to talk about loving you. She's so fed up with you, bro.”Eric daggered his gaze at him, but he chose not to respond. He thought he was saying all of that just to provoke him. Just when he was going to ask Ivy thousands of questions, Cole dropped a bullshit.“If Ivy’d loved you, she wouldn't have allowed me to do a thing with her this morning.” Eric's eyes turned red. “You fool!” He yelled, rushing forward, and grabbed Cole's collar. His heart was poundin

“Miss, get me another bottle!” Eric shouted at the waitress, his eyes rolling around the place dramatically. “Again?” The waitress asked, shock yet concern filled in her voice. “Shut up your trash and do as I command!” Eric barked at her again. “This is my money and you can't tell me what to do and what not to do with my money. Is that understood?” “Yes, sir! I'm sorry,” the waitress replied, her voice sharp with apologies yet respect. “I’m bringing it to you right away.” “Good!” Eric said, nodding his head. In front of him was a table occupied with just a glass and four bottles of beer he had just drunk. After the incident at his workplace, he decided to go to a bar to get himself to ease his frustration. To him, it was the best way to get rid of it.Eric stared at the four empty bottles of beer he had finished drinking. Then he blinked and started to smirk. “They all think I'm a poor person, don't they?” he muttered, his voice thick and slurred. He leaned back on his seat unst

At that same time, the sun rose from the east and shone through the thick, luxurious curtains that hung in an epicurean living room that exuded wealth.The living room was vast, having polished cushions neatly and nicely arranged. Artworks were used to beautify the place. There was a large flat-screen TV that was hung on the wall, and a calm yet alluring movie was on display on the screen. Everything in the room screams wealth and sophistication.On one of the plush cushions lay an unconscious, young, handsome guy around the age of twenty-three, and an elderly man, around the age of eighty, stood tall there, arms crossed, glancing down at the guy.He couldn't say a word. The room was like a graveyard except for the soft ticking of the old wall clock. The old man just stared down, concern and worry evident on his facial expression. “Doc, hope he will be fine?” The old man asked a man who was putting on a white garment. The silence finally broke. It was the family doctor. The do

Eric's hand stopped mid-air, his breath catching. “M–my home? What are you talking about?” He asked, looking confused as he set down the glass without taking a sip.Christopher smiled faintly, taking a seat opposite Eric. “You see, Eric. This is your home and I'm your grandfather—Christopher.”Boom! Eric was shocked. His eyes widened in disbelief. “Y—you’re my grandfather?” A faint smile escaped his lips and he shook his head. “Tell me you're joking, right?”Christopher shook his head, his expression calm and his smile never faltering. “That's the truth, my boy. Weren't you surprised how I got to know your name? That's because I'm a grandfather.”Eric's mind skipped, and fear gripped him almost immediately as something seemed to strike his head. The name sounded familiar and so was his face when he had a closer look. His late parents had made mention of this name to him but it was something not good.Eric forced himself up, moving back to the chair. “Y—you? You're alive?” Christophe