The Lost Heir Of Sargent

I'M YOUR GRANDSON

"No," Christian whispered, feeling a piercing pain in his heart as if something precious had been ripped off from him.

He clutched his chest, staring with a painful face at the shattered pieces of his mother’s necklace scattered across the cold ground. The last thing he had of her, his only source of comfort, now got destroyed, and he barely had the strength left to reach it.

His vision blurred minute by minute, and his legs froze making it hard for him to reach for the broken pieces.

A harsh laugh brought him back to reality.

Ivan stood over him, with a twisted smirk on his face, "Look at you, pathetic as ever, such a fool you're!"

He sneered, raising his foot and kicked Christian brutally, making him to cough blood.

The huge pain passed through Christian's frail body, and he gasped hard, with a low cry, crumbling on the ground.

Christian felt his consciousness slipping away, hunger pangs increasing inside him, while his limbs froze due to the chilling coldness, every breath was a struggle, every heartbeat faint leaving him to survive on a thin line of hope.

But Ivan wasn’t done, as Christian lay there, fighting to stay conscious, Ivan bent down, with his voice filled with mock concern.

"Oh, there's one more thing..."

"Do you know why we came back after three days? I only spent an hour in the hospital, and then I told my dad that I wanted to go camping, guess what, he immediately agreed!"

"So we just went out to play for three days. I knew the housekeeper wasn't at home, and I just wanted to starve you to death! I didn't expect you to be so tenacious, and you're still alive even after three days without food or water... But now, it should be enough, right?"

"Don't even think about competing with me for the Adams family's property, just go find your dead mother, ahh wait, don't forget to say hi to that bitch for me!"

Seeing Christian's look, Ivan sneered and returned to the warm house triumphantly.

However, he did not notice that a mobile phone accidentally fell beside Christian. It was accidentally dropped by Morris when he beat Christian just now.

But Christian didn't care about Ivan's vicious words, he tried to drag his body towards the broken necklace, the moment his blood touched the necklace, it started shining, and the broken pieces of the necklace started rejoining together, getting into its original state!

Christian's vision blurred down but suddenly, the faint shine of the amulet lying under his hand passed warmth into his body.

A soft hum resonated from it, followed by a calm yet commanding voice that seemed to echo inside his mind.

"Chris, call this number, it's your grandfather's, the father of your mother, he'll help you."

A phone number magically entered Christian's brain, his eyes widened hearing to the voice coming out of the necklace.

Christian saw the cell phone beside him. He used up his last bit of strength, picked up the phone and dialed the mysterious number.

He couldn’t understand how or why, but he obeyed. With the little strength he had, he tapped in the numbers, each press feeling heavier than the last, however the phone rang.

On the other side of the city.

In a grand but extremely silent mansion, an elderly man sat in the huge living room.

Around him were several men and women, dressed in muted colors, their faces marked with grief. Despite the festive season, there wasn’t a single decoration in sight, no sight of Christmas at all.

He held a mobile phone, his eyes full of sadness.

A few years ago, his beloved little daughter disappeared and the case was closed as death. The only relic he got was this mobile phone.

However, for several years, this phone has never rung. Lord Sargent still insisted on fully charging his phone every day because he was expecting a miracle to happen.

But after so many years, he was a little discouraged.

"Marie..." Lord Sargent said to himself sadly, "If you are still alive, you will definitely call this number, right?"

Suddenly, the mobile phone in Lord Sargent's hand rang, he was startled, but then excitement filled his heart.

He answered the phone with trembling hands, "Hello, Marie? Is that you?"

A faint, trembling voice responded on the other end, weak and barely audible. "I… I’m Chris, your grandson, my mother's name is Marie."

Lord Sargent froze, the glass in his hand slipped down and broke into pieces just as his thoughts broke. His brows knit together, confusion and disbelief clouding his features.

"What did you say?" He demanded with a trembling voice, the initial anger replaced with urgency and desperation.

"I’m… your grandson Chris, I..." Christian's voice faltered, weaker now. "I didn't hurt anyone, help me, please...."

"Chris, where are you?" Lord Sargent eagerly asked to know about Christian's whereabouts.

The line went silent, but Lord Sargent could hear faint, troubled breathing before the call cut off.

"Chris!" He shouted into the deadline, his voice resonating throughout the room.

The both women around him exchanged stunned glances, their expressions shifting from shock to suspicion.

"Father…" one of those women spoke hesitantly. "Could it really be her son or a prank call?"

Lord Sargent slammed his hand on the table, standing abruptly. "I don’t care if this is a trick or real, find out where that call came from now," he roared, his eyes burning with an intensity not seen in years. "Every member of the Sargent family, I want this number tracked immediately, Let's go!"

Meanwhile, in the cold backyard of Adam's estate, Morris paced rapidly as he realized his phone was missing, so he went back to the backyard and found the phone next to Christian.

He saw that Christian was not kneeling properly but slumped over in the snow, he was furious.

"Get up and kneel properly, you pathetic!" Morris spat with a voice full of disdain, "He is just pretending, he just knelt here for a few minutes, and now he’s fainting? Who does he think he’s fooling?"

Ivan looked at Morris with teary eyes doing his exceptional job in fake crying, "dad, is my brother going to die?"

"Oh, please, don't fall for his tricks, my boy," Morris scoffed, waving a hand, with a cold glance at Christian, "He’s just pretending to escape punishment using our sympathy, you don't have to worry about this brat, let's go inside."

Ivan leaned close, hiding his smirk with a look holding extremely fake pity towards Christian, "I-I think he is really not feeling well. Maybe… maybe he’s been here longer than we thought, dad, what if he is dead for real?"

"Aish, no way," Morris brushed off those words and walked toward Christian grabbing his collar roughly. "Get up, you bastard!" he shouted. "Stop this nonsense before I..."

Morris froze as his hand brushed against Christian's skin. It was ice cold, unnaturally so. For a moment, panic spread across his face, but he quickly masked it with anger.

"Tch, dramatic scoundrel," he gritted his teeth and threw Christian on the same icy ground once again.

He turned to call for the butler, his tone was filled with irritation and commanding. "Butler, come and pour water on this troublemaker's face, let’s see if this little act continues or not."