The Disabled Son-in-law Is Secretly The Richest Lord

6

"Did you hear? The butler is returning with the young Master today!"

"Thank the heavens! But where has the man been since the death of his father? It's been eight years since anyone set their eyes on him."

"Well, maybe he has been abroad for business. All we are grateful for is that he is back..."

There are over a hundred servants, and they make sure that they are in their best uniforms to welcome him.

John Plummer pulls the car to the front, and then he nods his head with satisfaction when he sees the manner of orderliness.

They are prepared for anything, but definitely not to see that the young Master snow is a cripple.

One of them forgets his manners and lets out a very audible chuckle of mockery, which makes Stanley stop his wheelchair and stare at him through dark and angry eyes.

"John?" Stanley snaps his fingers.

"Yes, young master."

"Kick this one out, immediately." Stanley says.

The man immediately falls down on his face and begs like his life depends on it.

"Oh, sir, I wasn't laughing at you being disabled! I only cleared my throat to itch a spot!"

Stanley scoffs. "You dare lie to my face? Do you think I was born yesterday? Security!"

Immediately, four armed soldiers, all measuring about 6 '5 in height, come humbly before Stanley.

"Yes, Lord Snow."

"Throw this man out immediately, and make sure that he is black listed from ever working again."

The man is still crying so hard, but Stanley pays him no attention and wheels himself into the house.

What can John Plummer do? He warned them to show maximum respect to the young master, but this man chose to fail.

"Wait for me, young master!" He hurries into the mansion, after Stanley.

Immediately, a shudder goes down the spine of the rest of the workers.

"Did you see how much authority Lord Snow spoke with?" One whispers as they watch their colleague getting thrown out.

"He is a cripple, but he has so much power!"

"I have never seen a disabled like this man!"

John doesn't have to chase Stanley for too long, because he is still in the living room.

He is staring at the rich collection of art on the walls.

Stanley can't fathom the fact that he has stared at these pictures for so long, but he can't remember them.

Even with that, there is still something vaguely familiar about the arts carefully painted on them.

"These are your father's collections," John puts his hand behind him with a proud smile. "No one has a more expensive collection. The lowest of each art here is five million dollars."

Stanley almost laughs.

His father has so much as that to spend on a mere painting while Stanley has been forced to go to bed hungry sometimes, because his in-laws were not interested in feeding him that day?

John clears his throat a little. "Sir, would you like to see the master's bedroom now? It was once your father's, but now it's yours."

"I'll allow it."

"Sir, we might also have to install a kind of mechanical lift to take you up and down the stairs..."

Stanley's face changes, as if his own saliva has become too sour for comfort.

A break of sweat suddenly envelopes John. "Young master, I didn't mean that as an insult. I just want you to be as comfortable as possible..."

"I want the house to remain as my father left it." Stanley says. "besides, my in-laws didn't install a mechanic lift for me for seven years. I'm sure I will be able to find my way up and down the stairs."

John's eyebrows furrow as he tries to imagine how Stanley will manage to do that.

He opens his mouth to ask another question, but he quickly shuts up because he has suddenly remembered that Stanley Adkins has never been one who liked to talk too much...

So, he just bows again. "As you wish, sir. All I am happy about is that you are back home. The doctors will examine you in two hours..."

*****

The team of Doctors is the very best in the city.

As soon as John Plummer informs them that Lord Snow wants their service, they immediately clear their schedule and fly down to the country.

There are five of them, highly trained and professional, but even they are very nervous to meet the most wealthy but anonymous man.

Then, their jaws slack on the ground when Stanley is wheeled in by John.

Stanley keeps his expression still and his hands stiffly on his lap. He has never gotten used to people staring because of his condition.

Thankfully, the Doctors are professionals, and they get over their surprise almost immediately.

"Lord Snow, we are very privileged to be one of the first people to see you," the head doctor bows.

"This is the highest privilege of our lives, sir, and we promise that we are not going to reveal your identity to anyone,"

The rest nod in agreement. John has already warned them about this.

"Doctors, unfortunately, Lord Snow doesn't have time to catch up on much of the talks–"

"I want my memory back," Stanley says with a big inhale. "All of it. The good, the bad, the ugly. Is that possible? What are the risks involved?"

The Doctors immediately take out their notes. "Sir, this is a very sensitive drug that hasn't been ever used in the official market. It has only gone through human trials recently."

"And how successful were the results?"

The Doctor hesitates for a while, and only one has the courage to speak up.

"Sir, we tested it on ten people. Three suffered great mental effects, two went into coma, two had zero effect, two lost even more of their memories, and only one was successful, and now has all his memories."

John Plummer lips pressed together in fear, he doesn't like the odds of this at all.

What if the drug turns the young master into a vegetable? What is he going to do then?

The entire Snow empire is worth a trillion dollars, and Franny, Stanley's stepmother, might be out of the psychiatric institution anytime soon.

If Stanley is not here to take charge and protect all of them, Franny is going to wreck hell.

John Plummer is going to be the first person that she is going to kill, because he was the one that took the evidence to court, and threw her into that mental hospital...

"Um, young master, may I speak to you privately? Doctors, can you give us the room?"

The Doctors are just about to leave when Stanley stops them. "There is no time, John. If there is something you need to say, you can say it here."

John heaves, before gathering his courage to speak.

"Um, sir, I don't think that you should take the drug. The risk is too much, and the entire Snow empire is on your shoulder."

"I'd rather take my chances, even if it means that they are so slim. I will get my revenge , one way or another."

"Sir, maybe we can look into some surgeries. From what I believe–"

"The drug is going to be faster if it works, that's it."

"But if you die, sir–"

"Then bury me next to my father, John!" Stanley roars. "I will never allow my enemies to win, I will get my revenge back!"

With great determination in his heart, Stanley turns back to the Doctors and demands for the drug to be given to him.

The head Doctor pulls out a small vial from her pocket. "It comes in the form of this small herbal ointment, sir. Just apply it around your temple for ten days, and we will get our answers."

"If it works," Stanley looks at the bottle with so much hope.

"If it works, Lord Snow," the doctor smiles. "but I believe that it will work for you. You deserve to have your memory back, sir."

Stanley keeps the bottle protectively in his hand. "Thank you. John, please pay them the amount they have charged for their service, and don't forget to give them a huge bonus."

"Yes, young master."

The Doctors thank him, and then they are on their way.

The last Doctor, though, is the youngest in the team.

She is hesitating and biting down her lip, because she has a very crazy idea.

Before anyone can say anything, she falls on one knee and starts to examine Stanley's cripple legs.

Her colleagues gasp collectively and immediately turn white in the face.

"Doctor Chloe! What do you think you are doing? Do you have a death wish?"

Stanley is highly irritated by what she is doing. He has had enough of people poking at him like he is an animal.

"Young lady, stop this, or I will make you regret it immediately!" He shouts.

"Please, sir, I think I can help you. Do you have feelings here?" She touch just below his knee.

John has had enough, he drags the woman by her shoulders.

"I swear, I can help the young master to walk again. Just allow me to properly examine him!"