Johnson Harford laid weakly on the hospital bed staring blankly at the white ceiling above him. His body felt numb from the waist down and every little movement sent a painful sting through his spine. The door opened and a Middle-aged doctor stepped in. “Mr. Harford, we need to talk”.The serious expression on the doctor’s face made Johnson uneasy.“What is it, doctor?” Johnson asked nervously. The doctor folded his hands together.“You were brought here three days ago after suffering a spinal cord injury. We already explained that you need immediate surgery.”Johnson swallowed hard. “But unfortunately, since you were admitted here, no payment has been made for the surgery. We have tried to wait because your condition was critical, but we cannot delay any longer. If the surgery is not performed within the next three hours…”He paused briefly before adding, “I am sorry, but you will never walk again for the rest of your life.”Johnson’s eyes widened instantly. His breathing became

Johnson slowly stepped down from the taxi and stared at the massive Clifford mansion before him.Pain still spread through his body from the surgery, but he ignored it completely as his eyes scanned the compound.Almost immediately, a deep frown appeared on his face.The mansion looked strangely empty.Usually, the compound was always busy with guards, maids, expensive cars, and gardeners moving around. But today, the place looked unusually quiet.Johnson frowned deeply.“Where is everyone?” he muttered softly.He slowly began walking toward the gate when suddenly, the family’s butler rushed out of the mansion in a hurry. The middle-aged man carried a black jewelry box tightly in his hands while heading toward a standby taxi parked nearby.Johnson immediately called out to him.“Wait!”The butler stopped abruptly and turned around.The moment he saw Johnson, his eyes widened in surprise.“Mr. Johnson?” he said in shock.Johnson slowly approached him.“What is going on?” he asked in co

Johnson’s heart pounded heavily inside his chest as he stared at the divorce papers in Bethany’s hands.His fingers trembled slightly.Then slowly, he lifted his head and looked at Bethany with disbelief written all over his face.“You are joking… right?” he asked incredulouslyBethany’s expression remained completely cold.“Joking?” she laughed callously.She folded her arms and sighed impatiently. “I am only doing what I should have done a long time ago.”Bethany continued coldly.“The only reason I even agreed to marry you in the first place was because of my grandfather.”Bethany’s grandfather was the only person in the Clifford family who had ever treated him kindly.Johnson had once saved the old man from arm robbers and in gratitude, he had arranged for Bethany to marry Johnson despite the family’s objections.“But now,” Bethany continued carelessly, “my grandfather is dead.”Her eyes slowly drifted toward George lovingly.“And now I can finally marry the man I actually want.”

Johnson stared at the emotional middle-aged man in front of him. His heart was beating so loudly that he could hear it in his ears.He swallowed hard before finally finding his voice, "How do you know I am your son?"The question immediately made the man nod. Instead of answering directly, Mr. McArthur slowly walked forward."Johnson, tell me something," he said gently. "Do you have a birthmark on your shoulder that looks like a half moon?"The moment those words left the man's mouth, Johnson froze. His hand instinctively moved toward his shoulder.His eyes widened, "How do you know that?" he asked in shock.The man smiled sadly. Without saying a word, he began unbuttoning his own shirt.Johnson frowned in confusion.A few seconds later, the man pulled the shirt aside and turned his shoulders towards Johnson.Johnson's breath caught in his throat."The mark..." Those two words escaped his mouth automatically.There, on Mr. McArthur shoulder, was the exact same half-moon birthmark.Joh

When the gathered crowd heard that, they burst into laughter as they examined Johnson’s appearance from head to toe."This loser couldn’t even afford to wear decent clothes and he wants to pay one hundred million dollars?” One customer asked surprised."Maybe he heard one hundred dollars," another added drawing more giggles.Johnson ignored the mocking voices and looked calmly at the manager, "I only want to help someone I know."The manager stared at him before bursting into laughter."You?" he sneered. "Help her?"He pointed at Johnson's disdainfully, "If you can pay the money, I will personally give you $50 million or resign from position as the manager of the store."Surprisingly, Johnson nodded, “deal!”The crowd even laughed harder thinking Johnson was just bluffing.Jacintha rushed toward Johnson, despite her situation she still managed to give him a contemptuous glare."Johnson, please stop this," she whispered anxiously.She grabbed his arm, "Do not make things worse for me.