“I’ll handle it.” The next day, Mr. John sent trusted people to quietly by the hotel. They acted like strangers. When David sold it to them, they kept the documents safe and handed everything to Mr. John. The lawyer hid the hotel papers in his private safe to keep them for Chief Williams because he knew the old man was only pretending.
But David didn’t stop there. He also sold one of the large plots of land their father had left untouched for years. The same thing happened. Mr. John arranged trusted people who bought the land. They gave all the documents to him and he locked them in his safe. David was happy thinking he had made money, but unknown to him, his father still owned both the hotel and the land.
3 days later, news reached Cynthia. She stormed into the living room where David was sitting watching TV. She screamed, “David, you sold Daddy’s hotel and the land. Are you mad, David?” David turned round surprised. Cynthia, don’t shout at me. I’m not a child. You idiot, she shouted and slapped him hard across the face. That land was meant for me.
Don’t you ever sell anything again. David slapped her back and they both started dragging each other’s clothes. Chairs fell, flower voses broke, and one of the maids ran to call Rose. Miss Rose, please come fast. Your brother and sister are fighting. Rose ran in and saw Cynthia and David shouting and struggling.
“What is wrong with you two?” she cried. “Why are you dragging our father’s property when is still very much alive?” David shouted back. “Is he really alive? Look at him lying down like a corpse every day.” Rose’s eyes filled with tears. “Daddy works so hard to give us a good life.
Is this how you’re repaying him? Fighting and selling everything. Please stop.” Cynthia hissed and walked out. David stormed out too. 2 days later, Agatha, the mother, entered Chief Williams room. Her face was full of disgust. “This room stinks like death,” she said sharply. “I can’t breathe in here. Why does it smell like someone already died?” “Wills coughed quietly and turned his face away.
” Agatha shook her head. “You are only sick, not dead yet. Clean yourself up and open the windows. Do you think all of us will die here because you’re sick? She clapped her hands twice and shouted, “Driver, security.” Rose rushed in, “Mommy, what’s going on?” Agatha turned to her. “I can’t stand this room anymore. Your father will sleep in the guest room from now on.
Even a hospital doesn’t smell this bad. But this is my father’s room.” Rose cried. You can’t do this. Shut up. Agatha snapped. I’m still his wife. I decide what happens in this house. The driver and security guards came in. Carry him, Agatha ordered. Take him to the guest room now. No, don’t touch my father.
Rose shouted, standing in front of the bed. But the gods moved forward slowly, looking confused. Williams remained quiet, still pretending to be too weak to move. As they lifted him up gently, he looked around the room with sad eyes. His heart was heavy, not because he was truly sick, but because of the pain his family was bringing to his soul.
Weeks passed, and the once booming company of Chief Williams began to suffer. Frank’s bad spending and careless decisions were showing. The accounts were dry, profits were dropping, and loyal clients were leaving. Staff were murmuring, bills were piling up, and suppliers refused to deliver goods until they were paid. The new fashion brand Franks launched with a huge billboard was a total failure.
