Eve went to them. A hand went over her mouth, Wesley was laying in front of Jacky and he was the one who had hit his body on the car. His hands then let go of Wesley’s chair and he coughed out blood from his mouth. “I warned him, he shouldn’t have ended up this way.” Dust said as he was being pushed into the car with his handcuffs. The ambulance took them into the car and they drove to the hospital with Eve in the car with them. Her hands held Wesley’s. And she was sobbing quietly. He had a stabbed wound on the side of his stomach, and though it didn’t quite appear deep she was scared too. Anything could happen and she doesn’t want anything to happen to him yet. He didn’t sustain many cuts from the fall. She guessed he would have to make it out.They stopped at the hospital and pulled them out, taking them into the hospital. “Emergency!”Eve was taken in as well to have herself fully treated. She was seated on the bed while she stared at Jacky as they were trying to revive him.

Kenneth chuckled lightly. “I was waiting for you so I could leave you, glad you’re alive.” He nodded his hand at him. ”You were an incompetent father since you run away and left him in the orphanage and you blamed me for all your miseries and hated me. You couldn’t even take care of the only son you had. But you choose to take out all your misery and ill fate on me.” “If she didn’t take you out of the street into our lives. We won’t have been this way. I would forever hate you.” He point a finger at him and then stared behind him. “...probably she’s your mother. You should be ashamed of the kind of son you’ve..” he hissed and turned to leave. “I know you have always hated me, I didn’t expect more from you.” He turned to Vero and told her to follow him into the room without giving any reply to Kenneth. “Who was that man?” She asked when they got into the room. And then looked outside the door. “A foster parent.”“104 you’ve got a visitor.” Wesley was waiting in the visitor room

Wesley groans as he sat up from the single bed. He was in hospital cloth. He stared over at the clock. It was evening. He looked over at the clock, it was evening. He exhaled and took the water on the table and took a gulp of it and then dropped it back on the table. “You are awake?” The voice said and came into the room. She slide the door shut and walked to the bed with the basket of fruit she dropped them at the table and took a seat beside the bag. “You suddenly slumped in the living when you came back from work. And then I had to call the ambulance and they came to get you. You need unconscious ever since.” She told him since he might want to know how he ended up here. “How long has it been?” He stared at Vero. “Over a week.” She sighed, she had been worried something might have happened to him. “What happened at the court?”That was what he was he was worried about, wasn’t he worried that he had to take care of himself more than anything? He should have taken care of his

“You’re Grey?” He whispered with his eyes widened. He touched the tip of his sleeve if he wasn’t seeing a ghost or something. “It’s you.” He blurts out and fell back from the chair. Wesley stopped whistling, he got up from his chair, and went over to him when he fell. He lift him by the collar and forced him back on the chair. His body shuddered vigorously at his touch. “How are you alive?” “Someone saved me.” The one friend he would never forget. He placed a hand over his chair. Staring into his eyes. “How did you become Wesley, how did you...?” His voice quaked. “I was surprised too how it happened but I was burning with hatred to have you down on your knees in front of me. Not as Wesley but as Grey. Don’t worry about the cops they won’t come to get you soon. You still have a lot of time with me.” He smirked and let go of his hands that were on his chair. Just today he was gonna live as Grey Hansford, the poor boy from San Francisco. Tonight he would be the pushover Grey tha

“I know you’re mad at me that I haven’t been able to pay a visit to you. I’ve been so occupied. Don’t take that as an excuse, damn I’m sorry Moscow.” Over her hands was a rose. She dropped them at his tomb.“Never in my wildest dream did I think of meeting you here, I never had the thought of it. Not once.” Her hands went over his name on the tomb with a gloomy face. “You ended up this way because of me. I owed you a lot, I never got to say I was thankful for being part of my happy memories. I valued whatever friendship we had.” Tears slide from her eye. “Yes, friendship.” She laughed with the tears coming out. “You were like the brother I looked up to, that you’re gonna protect me, you’re always gonna be there. All my beck and call You never once failed. I wanted you to be an uncle to my kids. I wanted them to meet you.” Her hands went over her stomach. “We did it. I’m a successful heiress. And I’m planning on leaving the county soon, my documents are all ready.” She stood up fro