Supreme Medical Sovereign

The President's House

Desmond in Ryan's body was taken home. Everything seemed different to him. It was the first time that he would enter a limousine car and not only that, the envoy and securities that followed made him feel restless. Indeed, his life has taken a U-turn. 

When they arrived at the presidential Mansion, his jaw was dropped. He drooled over the beauty of the house.

He had seen houses like that before but only in American movies.

"Ryan" this drooling was interrupted by the sweet voice of a woman, who he assumed to be his mother.

The woman ran forward to embrace him and cried on his shoulder.

"I thought I was going to lose you. Your father and I are sorry that you had to go through the knife and stay at the hospital" she apologized, crying on his shoulder.

Everything should be weird. He didn't feel connected to her but he had to reciprocate the hug, not to break the woman's heart. He had no idea the type of relationship that she shared with her son 

"I heard you lost your memory. Don't worry, we will do everything possible to make you remember" she promised him and Liam could only nod his head in response.

He was taken inside. He had to compose himself to avoid slipping on the shiny tiles that looked like diamonds.

"Your best food is scrambled eggs and sausages. I have had the chef prepare it for you" his mother said, gushing over her son all over again.

"

Scrambled egg? He has hated that since he was a baby.

"Ma'am, I'll prefer pasta," he mumbled.

"Pasta? Why did you call me ma'am? This shattered my heart. I can't believe that my son called me ma'am instead of mom" She burst into tears, leaving him in a state of confusion.

He closed his eyes, he was getting frustrated already.

"Mom" he corrected himself, despite how hard it was for him since he hadn't called that name since he lost his mother.

Without being told, the chef rushed to the kitchen to prepare the pasta for him.

One thing that he noticed was that everything was screaming luxury. He had to sit at the edge of the chair with the fear that his buttock would destroy the glass chair. His heartbeat was accelerating. Right there, what he needed was his privacy and someone to put him through his previous way of life as the President's son. That was the only way for him to cope 

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"Here is your apartment. The one you had been staying with before the accident occurred. Check around the environment and try to see if you will recall a few of your memories. Don't push it too much, to avoid disturbing your brain" his mother explained as he was taken into his apartment after the meals.

He realized that he had guards and maids of his own. 

He smiled as he entered the apartment. He had no idea of the first place to go. 

"Make sure you keep an eye on him and call me immediately if you notice something unusual" his mother instructed one of the bodyguards before he left.

After that, he sat on one of the sofas in the sitting room. 

"Where is my favorite place?" He asked the guard whom his mother instructed earlier.

"Gym" he answered.

"What's your name?" He further questioned.

"Ezra," the guy replied.

"Lead the way to the gym" he added, stood up, and followed him 

It was located at the first turn of the sitting room. All the modern gym facilities were there. 

"No wonder this guy has a huge body build," he thought, referring to the owner of the body.

He walked closer to the punching bag to test it and amazingly, he was able to punch well

"Fine! Only my memory is here but all the physical attributes belong to him." He murmured when he noticed how perfectly he could use the facilities.

The real him could only make use of a surgical knife, nothing much except that.

"Ezra" he called the bodyguard.

"I need the resume of my maids and bodyguards. I would like to check every detail that was penned down before they were employed" he instructed.

Ezra bowed slightly before he finally left.

Yes! He needed to check the background of his workers since he had plans that needed to be kept private. He knew having them all by his side would contribute to his downfall. If his uncle and fiance would betray him on his wedding day, all because of money and his inherited book, who are the maids not to betray him?

As long as he was inside the president's son's body, he would make good use of it and also heal his body that was in a coma.

"Here" Ezra came back with the files.

He started checking them one after the other. Those that were recommended for the job were put aside in a place and those from a very poor background were put in another place.

In the end, he picked out four of them. Two Gardeners and one cleaner clean his house, along with Ezra as his only bodyguard.

"Discharge others of their duties. I need these four to work with me henceforth" he said, commanding Ezra.

His only reason for keeping Ezra was that he was in an orphanage that had no family like him.

Others that were discharged would get another job easily since their resume was practically good enough 

"Liam" his mother entered his house as he was taking a nap after dismissing his workers.

"Why did you dismiss them? You could talk to me if you need any replacement. You need them to work for you, you can't handle everything alone" she bitterly Lamented, but her voice was calm. 

"Mom, there is something that I would like you to get me" he interrupted, changing the topic.

"Ask son, and it shall be given to you" she responded.

"I would like to set up a lab inside my house. I don't know why but being at the hospital, I developed some interest in drugs and the like. Will you do that for me?" He humbly requested.

"But you didn't study medicine or any related course in school. You studied political science. How come that one is related to the laboratory? I was hoping that you would change for the better and join your father in his political career. Emily was dumbfounded.

"What about killing two birds with one stone? Set up my laboratory and I'll accept your request to join Dad in his political career" he smirked, behaving like the real Liam who owns the body.