The Medical Doctor's mother died in his arms

3

Sophia stood elegantly over the fallen wedding photo on the expensive Persian rug.

Tyler stomped the wooden frame into tiny splinters with his heavy leather shoes.

"That stray mutt will be back begging for scraps by tomorrow morning," Tyler laughed. His face twisted into a highly arrogant and ugly sneer.

"He has nowhere to go and absolutely no money to buy even a cheap doghouse," Diane agreed. She waved her hand through the air in total dismissal.

"A kicked dog always comes running back to its wealthy master eventually," Ashley mocked. Her voice dripped with absolute venom and superiority.

"He thinks walking out makes him look like some kind of proud lone wolf," Tyler sneered. He kicked a piece of broken glass violently across the shiny floor.

"But we all know he is just a pathetic little poodle throwing a stupid temper tantrum," Tyler added. His eyes gleamed with pure malice and extreme cruelty.

"He will realize quickly that street dogs cannot survive without our expensive leftovers," Ashley giggled. She crossed her arms while looking incredibly smug.

Sophia stared at the closed wooden door with absolute and unwavering certainty.

She was a beautiful and powerful woman who possessed everything in the world.

No man had ever walked away from her and actually meant it.

He was completely dependent on her generous family for basic survival.

Without the Morgan family name he was literally less than dirt.

Even a feral beast knows who feeds it every single day.

She waited silently for the desperate knock she knew was coming very soon.

The heavy front door knocked loudly in under half an hour.

"See? The obedient puppy is already back for his daily beating," Tyler gloated. A highly knowing and cruel smirk formed on his handsome face.

"Make him kneel on the broken glass before you let him inside," Diane suggested. Her tone was terribly wicked and incredibly mean.

Tyler pulled the door open with a very dramatic and arrogant flourish.

Old Sam stood awkwardly on the front porch instead of a weeping Ethan.

The elderly pharmacist from the factory clutched his worn cloth hat nervously.

"Is Ethan home right now?" Old Sam asked. His voice sounded incredibly anxious and deeply strained.

"We are about to run completely out of the secret dispensing mixture," Old Sam explained. He wrung his old hands together in pure panic.

"Ethan took several days off and we desperately need him here immediately," Old Sam pleaded. His wrinkled face showed deep and genuine concern.

"Ethan has been divorced and permanently removed from this household," Sophia stated. Her tone was curt and completely freezing cold.

"You do not need that worthless stray dog for anything anyway," Sophia ordered. She lifted her chin up with massive authority and complete confidence.

Old Sam looked at her with wide and totally horrified eyes.

The blood drained completely from his weathered and tired face.

"You divorced him? But the Injury Cream prescription belongs entirely to Ethan," Old Sam revealed. His voice trembled with sheer disbelief and absolute horror.

"What do you mean it belongs to him?" Sophia demanded. Her voice cracked slightly under the sudden and immense pressure.

"The secret dispensing mixture that enhances its effects also belongs to him," Old Sam continued. He shook his head back and forth in absolute shock.

"He instructed me strictly to keep it hidden from everyone else," Old Sam confessed. His posture slumped downward in total defeat.

"Without his specific guidance the cream turns into useless sludge," Old Sam warned. He looked at the family as if they were completely insane.

"I suspect those brilliant recipes actually came from his mother Helen Cole," Old Sam explained. He looked around the silent room nervously.

"She was a master herbalist and a genius natural medicine practitioner," Old Sam stated. His eyes filled with deep and profound respect for the dead woman.

"Without that exact mixture recipe our entire factory must halt production immediately," Old Sam warned. His tone turned incredibly dire and intensely serious.

"Our product quality will completely collapse before the Pharmaceutical Purchasing Conference," Old Sam concluded. He wiped cold sweat from his pale forehead.

The large living room went completely and utterly silent.

The massive success of Morgan Pharmaceuticals was built on a complete lie.

That billion dollar foundation just walked out their front door carrying his mother in a cheap urn.

Sophia whipped around instantly and slapped Ashley hard across the face.

The loud smack echoed violently against the high ceiling walls.

"You spent months urging me to divorce him," Sophia screamed. Her beautiful face contorted into pure unhinged rage.

"You talked me out of visiting Helen in the hospital last night," Sophia accused. Her chest heaved heavily with total panic and mounting dread.

Ashley held her bright red cheek while warm tears streamed down her face.

"None of this is my fault at all," Ashley cried. Her voice shook with genuine fear and pathetic desperation.

"Leave her alone right now," Tyler shouted. He stepped quickly between his angry sister and the weeping secretary.

Tyler had his own secret arrangement with Ashley behind closed bedroom doors.

"We can fix this easily if we just calm down," Diane suggested. She tried desperately to minimize the catastrophic damage to their wealth.

"None of you stupid people understand what this actually means," Sophia hissed. Her eyes darted wildly around the tense and suffocating room.

"If Helen could produce a miracle recipe like the Injury Cream formula by herself," Sophia reasoned. Her hands trembled uncontrollably by her sides.

"There is absolutely no telling what other priceless things she possessed," Sophia finished. A cold dread completely washed over her entire body.

"I will gather some tough guys from the underground," Tyler suggested. He cracked his knuckles loudly with a vicious and deadly smirk.

"We will teach that stray dog a very painful lesson and take the recipe back by force," Tyler promised. His eyes burned with violent and brutal intent.

"He is a weak coward who will hand it over the second we hit him," Tyler bragged. He puffed his chest out with completely fake bravado.

The heavy wooden door knocked loudly once again.

"I will drag him in here by his stupid hair," Tyler cursed. His face turned bright red with explosive anger.

Tyler yanked the front door open violently while expecting to see a begging Ethan.

His entire body went completely rigid and frozen in place.

Walter Thompson stood outside on the large front porch.

The venerable chairman of the Chicago Pharmaceutical Association smiled broadly.

Immaculately dressed business elites surrounded the powerful and wealthy old man.

Walter Thompson stepped gracefully into the silent and shocked living room.

He completely ignored Tyler and walked straight toward a stunned Sophia.

He did not waste any time with polite or useless greetings.

He presented a thick legal document directly to Sophia.

"I am willing to invest ten billion dollars in Morgan Pharmaceuticals today," Walter declared. His commanding voice echoed with absolute immense power.

"This investment is strictly for the joint development of the Phoenix Remedy," Walter finished. A massive and incredibly bright smile lit up his old face.