The Billion Dollar Heir

Chapter 3 - Redemption

Chapter 3

Henry Michealson's Pov

I was vaguely aware of my surroundings. It's cold and there was machines beeping around me, I'm completely numb now and I don't feel any pain. Am I Dead?

"Shawn you're my father's most trusted assistant surely you would know about his will. I want you to announce about how he decides to split the money to all of us by today."

That voice. It was Blake. Why is he asking for Shawn about my will? I begin to remember what happened, I was in the car and the driver lost control when he rammed into the curb and our car flipped over.

"Let the old man die in peace would you? There's no point in saving him now. Why would you want him to suffer even more if he is saved?"

I clenched my fist. How could he? Does he really want his father to die that badly?

"Blake his our father! Without him we wouldn't be here right now! Where's your compassion and love? His our fucking father!"

I noticed that voice immediately, it was James. At least one of them cares enough for me to save me.

"Blake's right James. We should probably let him go. He is an egotistical man. He wouldn't want to wake up weak. He would lose his mind."

That's Nicholas. Every single sound is becoming clearer and clearer to me. Doesn't this hospital have any good sound barrier system? How can I manage to hear them?

"James, I know Daddy would rather die than suffer. We all don't want him to suffer would we?"

Each word that I heard from my own kids stabs me harder in the heart. None of them except for James has the intention to save me at all. Me. Their father. They rather let me die and split up all my money than save me. What kind of kids are they? Have I raised them to be like this?

"What the fuck is wrong with you people?" An unfamiliar voice said. "Isn't that your father lying in there in danger and fighting with death right now? How could all of you cold-blooded creatures just stand here and allow him to die. Robbing him the chance of surviving. It's not your call to make. It's his. So fuck off and let the poor man sign the paper."

Who is this girl? Why did she have the interest to save me? Nevertheless I am eternally grateful for her to stand up to my monster of my children. At least there are still people with compassion out there in the world. But I am suddenly hit with the realization that monsters don't just happen, they are made by parents even more wicked than their offspring. Me.

"Dad Save Me!" I vaguely hear again. This time it was a young boy calling for help, Blake. What did I do to him? I refused to give the kidnappers the money to free him and even worst told them to kid my own son. I really am a monster.

At the door of death have I only realized about all of my mistakes that I made. It is too late now for me to do everything about it. I forced myself to open my eyes to be welcomed by the immense bright lights and closed them again, slowly drifting off to a land of blackness.

Please if you would give me one more chance. I swear that I would change and do everything I can to fix my broken family. Just one more chance......

One week later

"Sir you're awake!" I groaned at the various pains stabbing me through my body. I'm alive?

"Where am I?" I manage to croak out, my throat burning from the dryness. "I need water."

Shawn immediately jumped to his feet and poured a cup of water for me, placing a straw for me before he helped me to sit up straight. "You're in the hospital sir. You have been out for almost a week. It's a miracle that you woke up. Doctors predicted that you would be in a comatose state for quite awhile."