2026-04-30 11:56:06Logan stopped for a bit to catch his breath. He had just taken out the trash. His worn out janitor’s uniform that had faded from years of washing had several fresh stains on it. He looked at it and sighed, making a mental note to himself to buy a fresh set when he got paid.
Still under the hot weather, something vibrated in his pocket, he reached into it and brought out an old and battered phone. His jaw worked when he saw the caller ID and firmly pressed the phone against his ear.
"Can you hear me, Mr Mitchell? Are you there?" A woman's voice echoed when she heard nothing, but she continued speaking regardless, "You need to come to the hospital right now. Mia is currently being transferred to the emergency room.”
Logan's eyes flew wide, "What are you saying, Doctor? You told me yourself that she wouldn't have any complications for the next three months." His voice was shaky as he spoke, he wouldn't know what to do with himself if anything happened to his precious daughter, Mia.
"Mr Mitchell,” The woman called firmly, Logan couldn't tell she was being rude or professional, “I am aware of what I said. However, this is a person's life we're talking about. There’s no telling what can happen in the next moment. We did the best we could even when you couldn't come up with the payment on time, you know that. And you still have some outstanding amounts to pay. Your daughter’s life is on the line so I suggest you get here as soon as possible.” The line clicked right after.
Logan's heart thudded loudly in his chest, trying to process what he had just heard. “It can't be…” He whispered to himself repeatedly as he put back his phone in his pocket. He wiped off the sweat in his face then hurriedly made his way to the corner of the building where his colleagues were assembled, taking a break.
He went straight to his supervisor called Mr Scott, a merciless old man who didn't play with his work. He dropped to his knees immediately and begged to be excused. Mr Scott wasn't having it. “You think you can just do whatever you want here? What do you think this is? You're here to work, not move around for a bit then check out.”
"I'm sorry Sir, but this is my daughter we're talking about. I can't just sit back and let anything happen to her." Logan begged.
“What exactly is your presence gonna do for her? You’re better off making yourself useful here.” Mr Scott spat.
Logan exhaled, he knew it was pointless so he didn't beg anymore, he got on his feet and apologized, then he turned around and left.
“Hey! Where are you going, you bastard? You're dead meat, you hear me?!” Mr Scott shouted but Logan didn't stop. His daughter needed him and he wasn't going to disappoint her. Luckily, he found a cab as soon as he left and practically jumped in.
While in the cab, it occurred to him that he was still yet to tell his wife what was going on. He looked at the company building becoming farther away, he couldn't turn back now. Not when Mia was waiting for him.
Still with his heart pounding and his heart trembling, he brought out his old phone and dialed a number. It went straight to voicemail.
"Ava…” He called, his voice shaking, “I'm headed to the hospital right now. The doctor called earlier, Mia is…in a critical condition, it sounds really bad. I can't think straight. Just…” He paused for a breath, “Come to the hospital when you get this." He was about to hit the send button, but he paused and added before sending it, “Nothing bad is going to happen to our daughter, Ava. I swear it.”
Logan and Ava worked at Synergy Corp together, the building Logan had just left, but their roles were a lot different. He was just an ordinary janitor, a nobody who the elites in the company never spared a glance at, and was constantly belittled and mocked by anyone who crossed paths with him.
Ava on the other hand, was a respected Sales manager at the company. It was thanks to her that Logan got his job and he was beyond grateful for it.
In about 30 minutes, Logan arrived at the hospital where Mia was being treated. He rushed towards the receptionist, “Mia Mitchell, she was transferred to the emergency room almost an hour ago. I'm her father, please I need to see her.” He pleaded with panic written all over his face.
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Chapter 152: The Perfect Son-in-Law
Kyle's throat moved.He pulled in a slow breath, and then he stepped forward and put both arms around Logan.It was a firm hug, the kind that said more than most sentences could, and he held it for a moment before releasing.Logan returned it, one hand on Kyle's back, steady and unhurried, letting the older man have the moment completely.When Kyle pulled back, his eyes were bright in a way he was clearly working to manage, the press of emotion held back through sheer effort of will, the way men of his generation often managed things that moved them too much to show fully in public.He shook his head once, looking at Logan."I always knew," Kyle said, his voice slightly rougher than usual. "From the beginning, even when everyone else was saying otherwise, I always knew you were a good man." He paused. "An excellent son-in-law."Logan held his gaze and said nothing, letting the words land.Then Kyle shook his head again, more firmly this time, and something in his expression shifted, b
Chapter 151: The Gift of Integrity
Kyle crossed the short distance between them with a chuckle that came from somewhere deep and genuine, the kind of laugh that carried relief and pride and something warmer underneath both of those things.He put his hand on Logan's shoulder, gripping it firmly, and looked at his son in law with the full, unguarded expression of a man who had stopped managing how much he showed.“Fifty million,” Kyle said, shaking his head slowly. “Logan. You just walked into this room and pulled fifty million dollars out of a painting nobody else in here could see properly.” He shook Logan’s shoulder once, still holding it. “Congratulations. That’s yours, you earned every cent of it.”Logan looked at him with a warm, steady expression.Then he shook his head.Kyle’s hand slowed on his shoulder. “What?”“It’s not mine,” Logan said.Kyle frowned. “What do you mean it’s not yours? You’re the one who found it. You’re the one who…”“You made the payment.” Logan kept his voice calm and unhurried. “Two hundr
Chapter 150: The Price of Decision
Logan was already looking back at him.They stood facing each other across the small distance, the noise of the room continuing around them, the murmuring crowd, the excited voices of the appraisers, Stacy quietly rearranging herself behind Kyle's shoulder, none of it touching the space between father and son in law directly.Kyle looked at Logan's face with the focused, searching attention of someone reading a document they needed to understand completely before moving on.“Logan,” Kyle said quietly. “You knew. From the very beginning. You knew what was inside that painting.”Logan met his eyes steadily. “Yes.”Kyle exhaled slowly. “The tapping. The agreement with Charles. The offer. All of it. You knew exactly what you were doing.”Logan nodded once. “I did.”Kyle glanced toward the painting, then back at Logan. “Why didn’t you say anything? Why not tell me what you suspected? Why let me risk almost everything I had left without giving me the full picture?”Logan’s voice stayed calm
Chapter 149: The Valuation of Trust
Alex looked at Logan with the quiet, brooding attention of someone revising a theory they had been certain about and finding the revision uncomfortable.At the front of the room, the experts had drawn together again, a brief, murmured exchange between Roman, Holt, and Charles Green, their voices too low to carry. Roman held the painting throughout, his grip steady and careful, and the three of them spoke with the focused efficiency of people who had done this before and knew what they were deciding.After a short while, Mr. Holt took a step forward and faced the room.“Based on our collective assessment,” he said, his voice carrying its usual weight, “and pending full authentication through appropriate channels, the current estimated value of this work is fifty million dollars.”For a fraction of a second the room held perfectly still.Then from somewhere to Kyle's left came a sound, sharp and involuntary, the exclamation of someone whose self control had simply not been fast enough t
Chapter 148: The Anatomy of a Discovery
Stacy stared at the emerging painting, her mind working backward through everything she had watched over the past twenty minutes.The tapping. The ear pressed against the canvas, listening to something nobody else in the room had thought to listen for. The careful, methodical way Logan had examined the piece before agreeing with Charles's appraisal, the agreement everyone had taken as proof he didn't know what he was doing.He had known."That's why he was tapping," she said, almost to herself, her voice quiet but carrying in the way quiet voices sometimes did when everything around them had gone tense and listening. "He was checking if there was something hollow behind it. He could hear it."Carlos turned his head toward her. “What did you just say?”Stacy repeated, louder this time, “He was listening for a hollow space. That’s why he tapped it like that. He knew there was something underneath the whole time.”Alex looked at her sharply. “You’re defending him now? After everything?”
Chapter 147: The Expert Consensus
Roman took the painting with both hands and stood with it for a moment, simply looking.He didn't reach for tools or lean in immediately. He just looked, the way someone looked at something when their instincts had already formed an opinion and they were giving their eyes a moment to confirm it before they said anything out loud.The two men who had accompanied him moved closer, flanking him, their attention dropping to the canvas as well. The three of them formed a quiet cluster around it while the rest of the room stayed where it was, nobody moving, nobody wanting to break whatever was happening.After a long moment, Roman spoke to the man on his left in a low voice. The man nodded and produced a small case from his jacket, similar to the kind Charles Green had used, and passed it to Roman. Roman accepted it without looking away from the painting.He examined the canvas closely now, moving through a brief but thorough inspection that covered the edges, the surface texture, the back
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