Finding our Forever ( Book 2 of 3) by Lan LLP

~Wesley~

Damn that Carson Bradley! Damn him straight to hell! Because of his finding of mediocre quality additives in the Montgomery NeoMed infant formula, my company has been slammed and ridiculed in all directions. Every TV station and social media platform is calling us the Greedy Baby Killers. NeoMed has taken such a severe nose dive in the stock market that its future is uncertain. I have more lawsuits than sales coming from every country possible. To top it off, angry investors are now riding my ass, demanding compensation for their losses. What compensation? My company is now running on a negative budget. We'll soon be run down to the ground.

Fuck you, Bradley! Why couldn't you just mind your own business and stick to curing cancer? Why meddle in someone else's affairs? Why do you have to be the root of my aggravation and stress? We don't know each other, and I have nothing against you, so why fuck with me? What's your motive? Is it because of your insatiable hunger for more money, like it is for my father and his father? Isn't there enough to go around for everyone? I think so, but maybe this greedy bastard doesn't.

In addition to my own personal hell, my father sent me the company jet yesterday and insisted that I rush back to Boston for a family crisis. "Wes, I need you here in the States. We have a situation I can't contain alone," he admitted to me last night during our phone conversation. "I need you, son." He sounded abnormally desperate.

Whatever predicament he's in, it must be a major one. Montgomerys don't normally fuck up, but when we do, my father Chandler never fails to find a solution. To him, it doesn't matter how his people approach the problem. All he cares about is that it's no longer his problem. His father, my Granddad Charles, did it for him and his brother, and now that Granddad's gone, he has inherited that role. He's the bond that has kept the Montgomery Medical Corporation together and prosperous. He's a shrewd businessman who's taught me everything I know.

Nine years ago, after I graduated from Harvard, Father sent me directly to Hong Kong to be his liaison for the Asian branch of Montgomery Medical. He told me he couldn't see anyone more befitting and qualified for that position than me. I didn't believe him. I knew the real reason behind his push. My mother Mimi urged him to send me. She was jealous of our relationship. In her twisted head, she believed Father cared more for me than he cared for her. I went begrudgingly, but not before I confronted him about Mimi. I asked him why she hated me, her son, so much. He shrugged his shoulders and never once tried to refute my allegation. It was a hard blow for me. Thinking and knowing are two separate things. Knowing your mother doesn't love you is much more painful than thinking she doesn't.

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Chandler and Mimi Montgomery adopted me through an elite adoption agency after they discovered they couldn't have any children of their own. Chandler wanted a son to pass on the Montgomery name and Mimi wanted a baby to flaunt to her socialite friends. In the beginning, I was the darling apple of Mimi's eyes. She showered me with hugs and kisses and expensive clothes and toys. Unfortunately, when the novelty of having a baby wore off, she grew bored of me. The responsibility of rearing a needy baby was cramping her social obligations and diminishing her beauty. God forbid she'd allow that to happen. My father was too busy ruling over his medical empire to deal with Mimi and her tantrums. It was simply easier for him to give into her whim, so he agreed to hire a live-in nanny to take Mimi's maternal role. Finding Ms. Polly for me is the only caring thing she's ever done for me. Ms. Polly reared me with love and kindness and ingrained decent morals in me that contradicted my father's. I respect and love her much more than any Montgomery elders.