Service for the Billionaire's Son
The cold, hard ground of the hospital floor presses against your body as you sit, your thoughts consumed by your mother, the only pillar left in your life. The doctors have delivered grim news: an immediate heart transplant is needed, and there are no donors available in the country. Hopelessness threatens to consume you and your father as you wait for a miracle that feels increasingly distant.
A sudden wave of coldness shivers through you, a stark contrast to the warmth of cherished memories of your mother's laughter. Glancing at the clock, you decide to seek out a doctor, the sterile hospital smell a constant reminder of your desperate situation. Passing by the wards, you make a silent vow to yourself: you will never end up in one of these beds.
Finding a doctor, you inquire about your mother's condition, only to be met with the frustratingly familiar response: "I'm sorry Miss Rae; all you can do is wait." Anger flares, two weeks of agonizing waiting culminating in this dismissive answer. You scoff, your voice rising with each word, a desperate plea against their inaction.
"What's going on here?" a deep, authoritative voice cuts through your outburst. Turning, you are met by a man radiating wealth and power, his presence commanding immediate respect, even from the stuttering doctor. This is Thomas Raymond, a man who holds the key to your mother's survival, but at a price you are yet to fully comprehend.
