Some Things Are Too Late To Work Out

Meanwhile, when Nicholas and Debby stepped their foots into the living room of the huge mansion, they came face to face with Arthur, who had a glass of wine in his hand. He was seated majestically on a kingly size couch.

“Where is my son, Arthur, where is Fred?” Debby asked as soon as she saw Arthur. She was extremely impatient to see her son.

Arthur didn't like the fact that Debby came here with someone, worst, a male. He stood slowly, fully composed and stared demeaningly at Nicholas.

“Who is this young man?” Arthur looked at Debby and asked.

“This is Nicholas and he is my friend.” Debby replied in one breath. “I couldn’t afford to come here alone, which is why I came with him. Please Arthur, where is my son.” Debby was almost at the verge of shedding tears.

Does this man even have a heart at all? Debby thought to herself. She didn't even know what condition her son is now.

“Fred is okay. I hired a good doctor to handle him and he is getting better.” He pointed to the left wing.