The Unwanted Son In-Law's Fight For His Family.

Chapter 5

"You're the last surviving heir of the richest and most powerful family, young master." The butler said with a proud smile on his face.

"Uhmm, I'm not sure about that. Although I believe you, I'm still trying to process everything you have just told me. It's overwhelming." Mark reiterated.

"Hmm, it's understandable." The butler replied and then looked around the garden.

"Would you like to have lunch? It's being prepared specially for you." Mr. Peter informed and at that moment, Mark's tummy growled.

He realized he had not eaten anything worthwhile for a while now.

"I guess I don't need to ask, young master." The butler said and Mark gave a sheepish smile.

He wasn't embarrassed that his tummy growled. After all, every other person out there gets hungry.

Soon, Mark and the butler were at the dining hall and immediately Mark perceived a delicious aroma in the air.

His stomach growled louder and Mr. Peter ushered him to sit at the head of the table.

"Is this okay?" Mark asked, skeptically and the butler nodded resolutely.

In one swift second, Mark sat at the majestic table and it felt like he was overseeing a lot of things.

Immediately after, the food was served and Mark dug in.

The butler stood by his side attending to every one of his needs.

"You should eat too," Mark said, gesturing at the chair beside him. However, the butler shook his head, declining Mark's offer.

After a few minutes, the butler spoke up again, "Come back and take your place, young master."

"You have the potential to take this family to higher places. You can trample on your enemies and be more powerful." The butler said, knowing all a man needed was power.

For a moment, the dining hall went silent and Mark placed his cutleries gently by the sides of his plate.

"It's not so easy and simple…" He began and the butler frowned at his words.

"How?" The butler asked, still with a frown on his face.

"I'm the last surviving heir of the Clarkson and do you think there aren't people who have eyes on the family assets?" Mark explained with his brows raised.

"Such a powerful family cannot be forgotten just like that." He added.

The butler nodded his head, understandably.

"I get what you say, young master. But then what do you think we should do? You have to take your place still." The butler insisted.

Mark chuckled lowly at how worked up the butler was.

"Of course, I'll come back to take my place," Mark said and then took a spoonful of food. He placed it in his mouth and chewed on it with relish.

"Good…" The butler said. It felt like a burden was taken off his shoulder as he let out a wide smile.

"I'll have everything ready for you. It's going to shock all our enemies, including your foster parents." The butler said, in a thrilled voice.

However, Mark shook his head, disapprovingly. "You still do not understand what I'm saying." He said.

"I can't return to the family in a high-profile way. It will attract a lot of enemies for me and my wife, Michelle." He explained with a wry smile on his face.

"Yeah, that makes sense." The butler reasoned with an impressed smile on his face.

"So, I suggest we keep my identity hidden for some time," Mark suggested and then proceeded to continue eating.

He just couldn't get enough of the delicious food.

On the other hand, the butler gave him some time to finish his food.

When he finally finished, they set to discuss more his inheritance.

"So what do you think we should do about it?" The butler asked him.

"I would want you to put some of the properties in my name," Mark said to the butler.

"Only that, it's simple. I would do it," The butler assured and made a phone call.

Mark left feeling extremely happy and shocked. His world had turned around in the twinkling of an eye.

He decided to get his wife a bunch of rose to make the evening a little bit romantic.

On his way, he got a call from her.

"Honey! When are you coming home? I miss you so much already," Michelle said over the phone.

"Hang on for a few more minutes, thirty minutes precisely and you would find yourself in my arms," Mark replied over the phone.

"You know I can't wait! please be quick. I hope you have a surprise waiting for me?" Mark asked.

"Sure, sweetie! just come home okay? I'm also making your favorite food," Michelle announced.

"She's finally making my favorite in a long time now, I hope I'm safe," Mark teased over the phone.

"I do make them often whenever I am lucky, so stop teasing me and come home right away," Michelle said.

"Sure sugar! I'm on my way," Mark replied.

"I love you," Michelle said.

"Same," Mark replied.

"Same huh?" Michelle asked surprised because her dear husband hasn't ever replied to her this way.

"Is anything wrong with it?" Mark asked.

"Yeah! everything is the matter. When did the "same" of a reply start? or are you seeing someone else who doesn't love me any longer," Michelle said in an angered tone.

"Common sugar! I just pulled your legs, someone is jealous," Mark replied.

"No I'm not I just wanted to know the reason for a change of words right now," Michelle defended.

"I love you so much, okay? I'm driving now sugar, I think we would make up for each other when I get home," Mark said.

"Whose car is it?" Michelle asked before brushing it off.

"Whatever! just be ready to please me when you get home or I will rain down fire and brimstone," Michelle threatened.

"Your wish is my command ma'am," Mark replied.

"Ma'am huh?" Michelle asked to feign being pissed off.

"Alright! Alright!! I'm sorry sugar, I hope I'm forgiven already?"

"Just come home, bye," Michelle said and ended the call.

She smiled and continued stirring the gravy that had been boiling in the saucepan placed on the gas cooker.

She brought down the pot of gravy and started steaming the ground spiced beef.

She started feeling dizzy and slumped to the floor, the early signs of pregnancy were taking a toll on her.

She felt nauseated and at the same time unable to breathe. She started struggling to breathe as she felt herself becoming weak and instantly passed out.

Mark walked into the compound with joy. He remembered his darling wife that was waiting for him in the house. He cannot wait to see and hold her in his arms again.

He brought out the beautiful packed 24-karat gold necklace he bought for her and had planned to lie that he got it in credit when she asked how he was able to afford it.

It had cost him a fortune but he didn't mind as it was for his queen.

He smelled and inhaled the enchanting fragrance that emitted from the beautiful bouquet of rose flowers he got for her.

He knew how much she loved flowers.

"I hope she likes them," he said and checked himself out once more like a teenager in love, who was going on a date with his crush.

He smiled and swiped his hair backward. He just wanna look good for her anytime and always.

"Sugar! I'm home," he announced as he went inside the house.

"I'm finally home! I hope I didn't take much time and also didn't keep you waiting for long," he added but got no response.

He always gets greeted by a smiling beautiful looking damsel when he announces that he is home.

"What's wrong?" he asked himself.

"She told me over the phone that she was making my favorite in the kitchen, or she is done cooking already and is now taking her bath in the bathroom?" He thought and felt so hot as he remembered every inch of her curvy body that he usually explored whenever they made love.

He felt his manhood react to his thought and waved it off.

He made it towards their master bedroom and dropped everything he came home with, he loosened his tie and walked towards the bathroom. He didn't hear any sound of water running which seemed strange to him.

"Sugar!" He called and got no response, he opened the bathroom door and found no one inside.

"This is strange!" he thought and his mind flashed towards the enemy that was fighting against their union.

"His in-laws," He thought and clenched his hands into a fist.

"I hope he hasn't carried out his threat."

He called his mother-in-law's mobile number but it didn't go through, he cursed and threw his phone on the bed.

He had to do something before they did anything but he needed to be sure of what to do in order not to jeopardize anything.

He decided to search the house first, she might be in the swimming pool relaxing, which has been her favorite place since she started staying with him.

He started going towards the lounge area where the swimming pool was located, but had a change of heart and decided to check the kitchen first.

"Michelle," He screamed and rushed towards his darling wife that lay on the kitchen floor unconscious.

He checked her pulse and felt life still in her, he carried her into his car and drove off to the nearest hospital like a crazy person.

She later got discharged when the doctor told them that she had passed out due to the pregnancy to their relief.

*

After making sure Michelle was fine the next day, Mark Clarkson left early to see the butler so they would finish the remaining discussion they couldn't conclude the other day, leaving his wife alone at home.

Michelle sat in the sitting room watching a TV show when her phone rang. she checked the caller ID, it was her family, it seemed they wanted to do a video call with her after hearing she had passed out the other day.

"How are you Michelle?" they all asked after one another when she picked up their call.

"I'm better, I am taking the drugs the doctor prescribed," Michelle replied.

"That's better," her mom said in relief.

They started talking about family affairs and everything that was going on.