6-who am I supposed to be
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Martins’ POV
“You will be staying in this mansion for now until you have fully recovered and proved that you deserve to have a say in this house, do you have a problem with that?” President Howard, who I learnt was my real father, said and I nodded.
Every word he said revibrated with authority and it made me wonder how he was able to sound so intimidating in a dignified way.
He wanted me to prove myself, and I had to learn to figure out my way around that one way or the other despite the fact that I had spent all my life slaving away and submitting to people.
“Yes, I understand,” I replied out of respect for him as I let his words sink in.
“Good, if there is anything you need, then don’t hesitate to let me know, you have to prove to everyone that you are a Howard descendant to be able to speak up for yourself in the future. And until then, you make sure you don’t get bullied. Exert your authority well while following the rules,” President Hpward continued.
“Rules?”
“Butler Ken will put you through all that, but until then, let the maid show you around and get comfortable. Don’t forget that this is a dog eat dog world, more dangerous than the one you were exposed to in the past. You need to work really hard and you might have to shed the blood of your enemies to get what you want. Nothing comes easy.”
“Thank you president Howard for sharing these wise words with me. I will make sure they don't go to waste and I will not disappoint you.” I said.
Being someone who had several unnecessary rules imposed on me in terrifying ways possible, i had a level of PTSD when it came to that word, however I had learnt to adapt quickly and immediately put into practice what I had been forced to learn,and that was why I decided to test an approach I made up at that moment.
“President Howard? Why don’t you call me father. It has been proven that you are 99.999 percent my son.
“I know that and I don't mean any disrespect by my form of address, it's just that I can't. At least not yet,” I replied as I looked up to him and I saw the surprised expression on his face. He clearly wasn’t expecting that and although I felt the aura around him darken, I didn’t feel any fear at that moment, maybe because I had seen worse when I stayed with my in-laws.
‘Why not?” He asked the very question I was hoping to answer.
“You said it yourself that nothing comes easy here, I have been an orphan all my life, craving desperately for the warmth of family and now that it’s finally here, I know that i cant just have it for myself. I have to prove myself worthy enough to call you ‘father’.” I said and he burst out laughing.
“I didn’t expect that, but I’m not disappointed either. You have your way with words and you will need more wit to survive here. I will be washing you. Rest a bit, I will introduce you to the est of the family during dinner.”
“I will tidy up neatly then,” I said as he turned his back and left, leaving me in the wide living room all by myself.
“I will show you to your room,” a feminine voice sounded behind me as she placed her hand on my wheelchair and helped me to my room.
As she had come at me all of a sudden, I didn’t know how to react or appreciate her kindness.
“Would I be seen as a pushover if I thanked her? Or would I be acknowledged if I scolded her for coming late?
I ended up not saying a thing as I pondered on this until she pushed the door leading to the biggest room I had ever seen in my life.
My in-laws weren’t poor but I could easily combine three of the top biggest rooms to make this one. It had to be the main masters bedroom and for someone like me who had never been able to taste luxury no matter how close to it I was while slaving away, I could not help but feel like I didn’t deserve it, and I wondered if it was a part of the tour and I would end up being shoved in a storage room.
“The main master recommended that we renovate the guest room for the young master. So I would like to apologize for showing you this shabby room as your new room.” she said as she gave a complete bow.
This was another shock that rendered me speechless yet again as I couldn’t bring myself to say a thing to express my extreme shock.
Even my facial expression was just as stiff.
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