The Rise of the Heir Apparent

Chapter - 7

Chapter - 07

"Wh..." Mathew was left shell-shocked.

The middle-aged man, without saying as much as a single word to anyone slapped Alfred. And he hit Alfred hard in front of everyone.

"What are you doing?" Mathew could not help but ask. Even if it might be a misunderstanding, Alfred had been very good to him all along. So instinctively, Mathew stood between Alfred and the man.

But much to Mathew's surprise, none of the men and women around them took a stand for Alfred. Instead, all of them stood rooted in their spot, with their head hung low.

Meanwhile, the middle-aged man ignored Mathew altogether, "Look at him," the man pointed at Mathew, "Look at his clothes. Does he look like the young master of this house to you?" The man's voice continued to rise.

"And what is this? How did he get injured?" The man roared, looking at the bloody leg of Mathew's. He was so angry that he wanted to hit Alfred again, but Mathew hurriedly stood between them.

"It was my fault," Mathew said.

"How can this be your fault?" The man looked tenderly at Mathew, "You can't be at fault."

"Why can't I be at fault? I fell by accident and hurt myself. It was Alfred who tended my wound," Mathew took a stand for Alfred when no one did, "You should have asked me first."

Even though Mathew was in a way, reprimanding the man, as he listened to Mathew, the man did not interrupt him. Instead, he had a smile plastered on his face.

"You are finally here," the man suddenly had tears in his eyes, "My son."

"Huh...?"

"Your what?" Mathew suddenly took a step back, "I am your son?"

"Yes..." The man nodded.

"Sir, hold on a second. I think this has gone too far," Mathew was left bewildered by the man's words.

"... There is clearly a misunderstanding somewhere. I know my parents, and they are very much alive..." But before Mathew could complete his words, the man pulled Mathew into a tight hug.

"It's alright... I know you have a lot of things on your mind. Slowly, I will explain everything to you," the man said.

"But..." Mathew tried to break away from the hug.

"First, we need to tend to your injuries," the man said and pulled away from Mathew. He then snapped his fingers, and the woman standing behind him bowed and pulled out her phone. She said something over the phone, and soon a few men dressed in white robes came running towards them. They looked like doctors.

"Sir..." The doctor in the front greeted the man.

"He is injured," the man pointed at Mathew, "I want you to treat him... And bear in mind, treat him well." It was almost a threat to the doctors.

"Yes, sir..." the doctor humbly nodded and eyed a couple of young doctors behind him. The doctors responded pretty fast and rolled a wheelchair in front of Mathew.

"Young master..." The two young doctors helped Mathew sit in the wheelchair and pushed him into the house. Though they were respectful, they were a bit forceful at the same time.

"This..." Mathew wanted to protest, but Mathew suddenly found himself dumbfounded by the magnificence of the house in front of him. He did not pay much attention earlier, but it was not just a regular house or a mansion. It was a freaking palace.

He slept all his way down here, so he had no idea where in the world they were. But to have such a big mansion, the owner must be pretty loaded.

'But wait a minute. Aren't I the young master? So does this mean all of this,' Mathew thought as he looked around the house.

As he entered the big hall, the floor beneath him was all stone, unlike his house, which had a wooden floor creaking all the time. The ceiling was also very high, with a large, bright chandelier hanging magnificently. But that hardly caught his attention when the paintings along the walls were so beautiful to look away from.

Everything that Mathew laid his eyes on was a piece of fortune. If he could just take one thing from here, he was sure that all his problems could be solved.

'Aahh... No matter what, I can't get that out of my head...'

Just as he thought about the trouble he was in, everyone stopped by the stairs. Two sets of stairs went up from the left and the right, only to merge on the floor above.

And right there, just above the stairs, was this large portrait of a woman. The woman had this serene look on her face, but somehow that made her look even more beautiful and elegant.

Just as Mathew laid his eyes on her, he felt a connection to the lady. A feeling of longing bloomed in his heart.

Mathew wanted to ask who the lady was, but before he could, the elevator door opened between the stairs, and they moved forward.

Soon Mathew was taken into a room. The room was again similar to the hall. As soon as he entered the room, he was greeted by the large king-sized bed in the middle. Past the bed was a large mirror wall. Mathew could guess what was behind the wall. On the right were a tree-designed wall and usual paintings and artefacts all over the room.

'The owner,' Mathew looked up to the man claiming to be his father, 'He must really love paintings.'

The doctors then helped Mathew onto the bed. They then cut his pants below the knee and undid the previous dressing. While the doctor did their job, Mathew's so-called also father left the room.

By the time the doctors were done, a couple of ladies dressed in black suits, possibly the attendants of the house brought him juice and snacks.

"It should be okay now, young master. Alfred did a good job, so there was not much bleeding. For now, try not to wet the dressing, and we will check up on you soon." The doctor said and stepped back to the side. Mathew thought they would leave, but they stood in the corner.

"You can all leave," the man, calling himself Mathew's father, walked into the room and ordered the doctors to leave.

"Son, I would like to ask you something."

"Son... I have something I want to discuss with you," The man walked into the room and gestured for the doctors to leave.

"Umm..." Mathew nodded and tried to stand up, seeing his so-called father, but the man stopped him.

"No need to get up. Here..." The man forwarded a file towards Mathew.

"What is this?" Mathew asked, taking the file.

"Wilson Assets," Mathew looked at the name on the file. Mathew looked at the file and then towards the man, "Wilson?"

The man smiled and nodded, "You are the heir of the Wilson family."