Cole found his way into the second hospital that day. It was just 5:30 pm, enough time for him to do whatever he needed before meeting with Scarface and the other members of the gang tonight.He looked around the hospital to be sure no one would recognize him at the reception. That’d be rare, though, because of the tight jeans and jacket he was wearing, the rings all over his fingers, and the cap on his head—enough for no one to think he was the one. He wouldn’t have dressed like this three years ago.One, because he had no money, and second, because a house husband had no reason to wear anything fancy.He walked up to the receptionist’s desk. He could have asked the Scarface man to get him the best doctor around or anyone who could get the drugs his mother would need, but he didn’t want more people knowing about her health.Even his sister still didn’t know.“Is the doctor around?” He slapped a fake card with a fake name that belonged to the hospital on the table.The receptionist lo

Catherine walked into the hospital, almost collapsing. She had just lost a five-million-dollar profit she was supposed to make from the school project—all because of that stupid, crazy Cole who had appeared out of nowhere.Her mind insisted that Cole had scammed the school. She knew it for sure, and the feeling was so strong that it gave her a headache. Afraid her blood pressure was climbing past the normal range her doctor had warned her about, she increased her pace.As soon as she could treat herself, she’d gather all the evidence and mail it to that glutton principal, so he could see for himself that Cole wasn’t someone who could pay for his meals, let alone a…“Oh, stress…” she tapped her head, trying to stop her spiraling thoughts.She walked toward the consultant’s office. People were running up and down the hospital, as usual. Poor man, she thought of her husband, the chief consultant—he must be having a hard time.At the front of the hospital, she noticed a lot of people.Her

“Bella, is that you?” Cole heard his mother calling from the kitchen.“It's me,” he said, taking off his boots and switching into the comfy slippers by the door. He padded across the room to his mother in the kitchen.“You're back so early?” His mother glanced at him. “I’m almost done making a surprise meal for you.”“What?” Cole tried to peek at what she was making, but she turned around.“Go wash up or something. This is my territory.”Cole smiled. “I'll be out around nine thirty. Is Bella back?”“No. Maybe she stopped over for her shift. She’d normally come home sometimes to change her clothes.” Then her face softened. “She said you paid her fees.”Cole nodded.“I'm so grateful, Cole. You are such a blessing to this family.”“As the man of the house, this is my responsibility.”“You’re back with that again. Did you see her in school? She did mention you paid for some project too.”“Yeah,” Cole nodded.“She's still forming up with that attitude?”Cole nodded again.“Don't worry. I k

Priscilla nodded slowly. “You look gorgeous, ma’am.” What was happening when a woman who didn’t usually ask for compliments was suddenly asking for one?Priscilla cautiously followed Amanda back inside. She was literally dressed like she was going to a beauty pageant competition.“I’m done, Dora,” Amanda called, walking effortlessly into the sitting room.Priscilla glanced at the room. She caught sight of a man. It all made sense now. Amanda was going through all this because her husband was here—and she had been spilling some nonsense hours ago about having issues with him.Issues indeed.Amanda did a three-sixty turn in front of Dora—or at least, that was what she convinced herself she was doing—but the confused look on Cole’s face was her biggest satisfaction of all.“I’d ask you out right now if I were a man,” Dora muttered.Amanda smiled, waving it off. “Stop that. But thanks for the compliment.”Throughout the Livestream, Priscilla could only manage to keep her mouth closed whil

Moments later, Cole and Scarface arrived at the place where Blake’s uncle had been held. The man who was supposed to guard him lay dead on the floor. The lock in front of the cell was broken.“I guess I underestimated him, sir. I’m really sorry,” Scarface said, clenching his fists in frustration.“I’ll send men to find him—bring him back immediately—”Cole raised a hand. “Unless you have nothing else to do, don’t go after him. He’ll crawl back to me.”“I am so sorry. We shall start the welcoming party soon, sir. The drinks are coming—”“Are there no pressing matters that need attention?” Cole interrupted gently.“We can leave that aside; today is for you.”“We could party any day. If there’s anything I can do to help, let’s move,” Cole added, strolling back inside with calm authority.Scarface exhaled, relief washing over him. When the former Master had told him Cole would take over the brotherhood, he had pictured a reckless womanizer. Big parties, bigger trouble. But Cole’s loyalty