From Rejection To Redemption

c's proclivity for idle gossip continued unabated. The city was buzzing with the news that Henry Scott, the second son of the illustrious Scott

became enraged and slammed his hand on the desk, berating his nearby secretary, "A bunch of incomp

Wilson," the secretary speculated, knowing his volatile temperament

d you to tell me th

for everything. He foolishly collaborated with James Beaumont j

tary cautioned, "I suspect Mr. Wilson

" Matthew reflected with a perceptive gaze. If we

versation that they were dealing

When he was apprehended by William that night, he was shackled to the bed and watched

e lay there, a lifeless husk staring at the ceiling, u

ays, occasionally leaving to attend a call only to return and continue his silent vigil. Henry didn't pay him any mind,

a small cake. He recalled the delicate animal decorations on the cake, but there wer

waited for Henry to accept the offering. That hopeful expression, so prevalent in the early days of hi

d unceremoniously thrown a similar cake into the trash, only to return to find it reassembled haphazardly

ay, not wanting to revisit the past. He owed n

everal minutes of fruitless o

know what we're celebra

are not required to attend my funeral. Let me call you "He

's head, saying, "Goodbye, my dear Henry." This

illiam, but he was already gone. Panic welled

anyone here? Anyone? I need you to explain, William Wilson." The only response was

did come, Henry might think about eating his food just once. He convinced himself that William would retur

ended to leave to see how Henry reacted. But before he could finish mocking his own gullibility, another figu

key from his pocket, intending to free Henry from his shackles. An unnamed fear grew wit

ching Liam's hand from fumbling with the

His only response was an evasive murmur, and the hand didn't stop

ed response only added to his agitation. "I'll ask you agai

ponded, "Can we talk about this later, after

William could always find a solution to any problem because, after all, he was William. William, in Henry's

dragged away by Liam, who said, "He

s there to protect him. Even when he ran away, Willia

ng him along. Henry challenged Liam, "Either tell m

arried, why don't you..." Liam's p

pew nonsense, don't blame me for losing my cool." Suppressed em

u won't tell me," Henry said co

o longer alive!" "Wake up, Henry; you're free now;

ed from him; his legs wobbled, and he turned around, his

expedited the process." His gaze was expectant, looking tow

at to look for. It took him two hours to find Wi

is face sinking as he looked at Henry coldly. "Will asked m

the man in front of him say over the phone, "Make sure that

his life was that he was w

en curse, him. The majority of them were William's friends and relatives, some from the Scott f

last cake given to you was personally made by Master

umont, who wanted to take your life." said his bodyguard, Robert Palmer. He didn't have m

dvantage of him in a deceptive exchange, forcing William to help the Scott f

ndition exacerbated by complications from a brain tumor. It would have an impact on his temperament and daily life, causing unbearable

utching his head on the floor, but mistaking it for a theatric

ication. He passed up the only surgical procedure that could have helped him and stayed by Daniel's side. The

e desired to have a good relationship, and Daniel

nsation of suffocation in his chest was more distressing than the loud cr

iam had left him the entire Wilson estate, inclu

tly plotting, exploiting the situation to seize the family's assets. He

d to sit, staring in the same direction. When it got dark and William didn't turn on the lights, Henry mustered the courage to do it himself and r

urred and soaked with his own tears as he flipped through its pages until the last one. Henry trembled, ra

red glow. It was similar to Henry's constricted and numb h