Ding....Ding.... Ding!!! Mr. Williston answered on the third ring.

" hello, Williams Williston here"... his voice was very soothing, Mr. Whites actually thought he'd be angry since it was pretty late in the night, but to his surprise the man seemed very awake and calm. Maybe because he was a top notch business man, he might probably be sitting behind his desk in his office at home and he wasn't wrong to think that, because that was the exact cause.

" Hi I'm Mark Whites and I was hoping I could have a meeting with you tomorrow. I have a proposal that would really interest you. I hope you can make some time for it". Mark spoke very confidently because he really needed that contract, it would be a game changer for his life and his whole family and especially his sick son.

"And why didn't you contact my Personal assistant.....and how on earth did you get my personal number. If you dare to call this number again you'd regret it so much."

He cut the call and focused back on the laptop in front him.

Mr. Whites felt so many emotions but couldn't dare show them, he was the man of the house if he showed how bad things were, his family will tear apart with frustration. He begged Mr. Williston's personal assistant so many times but she still didn't give in, and unfortunately for him he had to tell her his situation, that was when the lady felt sad for him and gave him the number. He knew if the P.A gave the message it will just lay on his desk waiting to be thrown out by the janitor, but apparently calling him was a worse idea.

"Daddy, who were you talking to Is he going to help Michael with the surgery." Mike the twin of Michael said right after the call was ended.

"My dear boy, your brother will get his surgery and you will play with him very soon and that's a promise" the man said confidently with his mouth, but couldn't say same about his heart.

"Now go to bed it's late and take Paula with you, tell her a story for me. I'll be making another call. And remember I'll do everything to make sure your brother is Okay."

"okay dad, I know you're a super hero, so I trust my brother will be back home from that hospital. I also promised him I'll get him out of there, he doesn't like the smell of the hospital. He says it smells like medicine everyday dad, literally everyday" he said those last words in a very sad way, his brother and himself don't like the smell of medicine, but his brother has to endure that torture everyday and it meant he was being tortured by the thought of it himself.

"Mike, it's time for bed it's getting late and daddy and mommy promise that Michael will come home soon" Elizabeth, their mother said and Mike and Paula left for their room.

"Elizabeth, please don't give me that look. You don't expect me to tell my son that his twin brother will die because all the hopes I have are cutting my call on me"... he said in a very emotional manner, he couldn't hide it from his wife not her, she would see right through him.

" I know... sigh but we don't have to lose hope. We won't ever right"

"Right" he replied very quick