The scent of medicine filled his nostrils as Travis's eyes fluttered open. His sight cleared up gradually and the most exotic hospital ward he had ever been in greeted him. "He's awake," said a man in a lab coat, arranging some equipment on the nearby table. Everything in the ward was made of great quality. This had to be one of the wealthiest private hospitals in the city. Another person sat in a corner of the ward. She wore a grey tank top and sweatpants. Her black hair was tied to form a double ponytail. "Where am I?" muttered Travis. Then, the events of the previous night returned to his mind. "Where's my father?" The doctor, who was about to check up on him, glanced at the lady nervously, then back at him. "I need to check up on you..." Travis sat up. His head spun. He hissed and placed his hand on his head. "Don't hurt yourself." The lady chided. Travis focused his blurry sight on her. "My father...is he really..." She cleared her throat and looked away. Travis's sh

Khloe turned out to be the lady who had been with him earlier. She entered the ward a few minutes after Eva and Keegan left. She sat and fixed her gaze on Travis as if he were some interesting specimen. "So, now you know everything, huh?" She asked. "Yeah, so?" he said. She snorted. "Well, welcome to the family, brother. Don't expect me to respect you just because you are older than." Travis frowned. "You are their daughter? Didn't Eva say she had a womb problem?" "I was adopted." "Oh." He pursed his lips. "The Novaks adopt?" "Not really. Long story." Travis rolled his eyes. "Everyone I've met in this family seems to have some story." "Like I said before, welcome to the family. Being a powerful family comes with its benefits and drawbacks." Travis huffed. "I'd rather be anywhere but in the god-damned family." She raised a brow. "Sharp tongue. Did the Novaks killed your girlfriend or what?" Travis didn't reply. "Well, suck it up. You are the first child of the head of

Travis stared, dumbstruck. He remembered Eva saying she would send him pocket money. Was this what she called pocket money? This amount of money could change an average person's life. "Travis?" Nate's voice snapped him out of his daze. He turned off his phone screen quickly. Nate stood beside him, worry etched on his face. Travis moved aside for him. "Want a sip?" He held out the beer can to him, hiding the shock he felt seconds ago from the credit alert. Nate stared at the can skeptically before accepting it and sitting beside him. "Are you alright?" asked Nate. Travis nodded. "Yeah. I'm good." Nate paused before saying. "You can tell me if anything is bugging you, right?" Travis hesitated. Nate was his best friend. He could trust him with anything. But this kind of information was too classified to share with anyone yet. And Keegan was clear not to tell anyone yet. Nate sighed and punched his shoulder playfully. "It's okay, man. Whenever you are ready, I'm here to listen.

The next day found Travis at the private cemetery where Adam was being buried. The weather was peaceful, as if it knew someone was mourning. The sun sat high in the sky, warm but not scorching, as the clouds lazily drifted. The calm breeze flew through the field, rustling the grass. Silence was thick in the area. Travis, all by himself, knelt in front of Adam's grave where he had been buried. At Keegan's order, the grave was made of white marble with Adam's name carved on it. Flowers surrounded the grave beautifully. Travis knelt in silence for what felt like thirty minutes, reminiscing the memories he had with Adam. Adam had been the only father figure he had in life. Now he was gone. Just like that. Travis took a deep breath and bowed his head. A teardrop streaked down his cheek from both eyes. "I'll avenge you, father," muttered Travis. Keegan said the men who attacked him were in his custody. His jaw clenched. They'd pay for this, and whoever sent would pay tenfold. After

Travis's eyes widened as he took in the mall's interior. It was massive, filled with numerous stores, selling various goods. Air conditioners blasted cool air everywhere. He watched people going in and out of stores with their goods. One look at them and you could tell they were wealthy. Some even had security personnel following them. Khloe walked him around, showing him the different stores. There were so many that Travis lost count of how many they walked past. The arcade caught his interest though. It's been a while since he had fun in an arcade. And he could use some ice cream from one ice cream shop. They walked past a store which looked new as if it had just been built recently. The name of the store was displayed just above the door, ‘SandysGadget.’ Travis peered into the store. It was new, all right. Travis didn't know much about phones or gadgets, but any human with well-functioning brain cells could tell that the gadgets on display were expensive and of top brands. Travi