Rise of the Forgotten Son-In-Law

AN ACCIDENT

Owen was shocked again at the unexpected development.

He had wanted to say something in response to Mr Martin. Maybe beg or ask why he had done such a thing. But he hadn't been given an opportunity to.

Now his words hung in his throat. He couldn't tell anyone the things that bothered him. His throat choked up with indescribable emotions and his head was on the verge of blacking out.

Owen turned around from the doors and began to walk... He didn't know where he was going to... He didn't have anywhere to go.

He had been fired from his job. That place had been where he had been most of the time and it had begun to feel like his second home in a kind of way. Even his own house was no longer a home to him.

He had lost everything that he had managed to build up and possess.

He thought about the orphanage that he had grown up in. But he had left there many years ago. There was no way he could go back there. He would definitely not be accepted.

Owen was lost in thought as he kept walking aimlessly and didn't know when he had walked into the middle of the road. His splitting headache and fever had made his head clouded.

Before he knew it, he had lost consciousness.

A car had crashed into him.

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Owen woke up to a sight of bright lights flooding his vision.

He was wondering where he was when a stinging pain assaulted him all over his body, prompting him to groan in pain.

He painstakingly moved his head and saw his body covered in bandages with red stains of blood all over it. It became clear to him that he had been in some form of accident.

"You're up!" A female voice sounded in his ears and Owen raised up to look at the owner of the voice. He saw a pretty woman covered in a white long coat with a stethoscope hanging around her neck.

She was clearly a doctor. She smiled at him faintly.

"You've lost a lot of blood." She said, "You'll need a blood transfusion.

"Blood transfusion?" Owen muttered in confusion. "What happened to me?" He asked.

"You were involved in a car accident when you were crossing the road. You lost consciousness and you were rushed here immediately." She explained to him.

'An accident huh?' Owen thought. He didn't even know how to feel about the situation.

"Do you have any family around you? They have to donate their blood for you."

Owen looked at her and scoffed. That one action caused him to wince in pain.

A family? He had none. The one family that he had had just left him. Even if she didn't, she wouldn't have been able to donate their blood for him.

"I have no family..." Owen replied as he began to feel faint in his head.

"You just let me be. It's probably best if I don't reco..." He mumbled the last part of the words and blacked out.

The doctor sighed in pity. She had seen people who were in a similar state a lot. They just wanted to die. But as a doctor, she couldn't just allow such a thing to happen to him.

She went around the hospital and asked for volunteers for blood donation. After much persuasion and pleading. She eventually got a few people who volunteered but their blood had to be tested.

Eventually, only one of the people turned out to be compatible with Owen. It was quite a surprise, seeing that the type of blood was especially hard to find.

The next morning, Owen finally regained consciousness once again and saw a bag of blood hanging over him while connected to his hand. He was already being given blood.

"Welcome back." This time a nurse greeted him with a smile as he opened his eyes.

Owen only took a brief glance at her and furrowed his brows.

"We got someone who volunteered to donate blood for you. Let me inform the doctor that you're awake." She said with a smile as she walked up.

Owen wondered what the hell was making the doctor and nurses smile all the time.

A couple of minutes later. The doctor who was in charge of Owen's treatment came in and a middle aged man followed behind her.

"Good morning Mr..." The doctor stylishly inquired. She hadn't learned his name yet.

"Hudson... Owen Hudson." Owen replied.

"Mr Hudson. It's great to see you finally awake. You had lost so much blood yesterday." She said to him with an amiable smile.

Owen inwardly groaned. This wasn't good news to him. He remembered that he had yet to collect his wages for the week before he was fired. A bitter taste formed in his mouth. There was no way he would be able to pay.

"Thankfully, we got someone to donate blood for you and as it turns out, your blood is over ninety five percent identical with his blood." She said to Owen.

The middle aged man stared at Owen with an unfathomable expression and Owen stared back.

The doctor coughed. "By the way, I'm doctor Maya and here is your benefactor, Mr Reynolds." She said, introducing the middle aged man.

Mr Reynolds stepped forward and stared intently at Owen. "Young man, mind telling me about your family?" He asked Owen with a pensive voice.

Owen stared at Mr Reynolds with a complicated expression and sighed.

"I have no family. I've been an orphan since I was born and I grew up in an orphanage. They told me my parents were killed in a car accident and I was lucky to survive." Owen revealed.

Mr Reynolds eyes twinkled with an expectation and he clutched the bedframe of Owen's bed tightly. "Do you know any other details about that night?" He asked again.

"No? They said the car was a blue sedan 1984 model..." Owen replied.

"Oh my God!" Mr Reynolds gasped with tears forming in his eyes.

"You're my brother's son!" He exclaimed with joy.