With the amount of money that he had, Carl could literally do anything that he wanted to. As he thought of things that he had always wished to do or have, he came up blank because he was still being hit with the realization that he was now wealthy.
He was practically made for life and he never had to bother about what to eat, drink or wear. This still felt like a dream to him and in the car, he pinched himself to make sure that he wasn't dreaming.
As he sat in the car, he reminded himself of how the sister at the orphanage told him that he had been brought in on a rainy night. They had found him in a basket just outside the church. He was terribly sick and no one thought he would make it.
Miraculously, a few years later, sister Anne watched as he ran past her at full speed, playing with his friends. The child no one thought would make had grown up to be strong and healthy.
He had managed to stay out of trouble through his teenage years, proving that not every child without a home wouldn't end up being wayward. She had noticed earlier on that Carl would be different. He wasn't like the others.
He started working jobs just so that he could send himself to school. He tried so hard to earn enough money but it was just not enough. So he settled for the courses he could study online.
Growing up, he has always had a dream of being a very famous man that would be remembered for years to come but when he finally came to realize that his background wouldn't let that happen, he gave up on it.
The thought of his real parents being out there crossed his mind but there was no way he could reach them. He had grown up to treasure companionship and attention because he barely got any as a child.
That was also one of the reasons why despite everything Beth did, he felt he couldn't leave her. He felt she was her lifeline.
His bruises were very fresh and his body ache had reduced a little. He didn't look as bad as he thought he did. Most of the damage that had been done was on his body. Rogers had told him that Mr Stewart had searched far and wide for him, looking for his lost son. They had almost lost hope when they got news from a certain lab that they had visited to match Mr Stewart's DNA to anyone they had in the system.
Finally, they got a familial match and they traced him to home only to find him passed out on the floor in the rain.
They took his and rushed him to the hospital, tending to his wounds immediately. Luckily, he was out of danger and Rogers placed a call to Mr Stewart.
The business mogul ordered that he be taken home immediately for fear that the people who beat him up like that would track him down and come back for him.
Now, he had gone to sleep in the rain because his abusive wife cheated on him with his best friend and had him beat up and left for dead and now, he had woken up to be the heir of the richest man in the world.
No, he needed answers. And he needed them fast. He told the driver to take him to the orphanage.
His heart fell when he got to the building. It was run down and dilapidated. He had grown up here, there was no way he was going to let it look like this.
He came down from the car, thankfully the orphanage was in a remote location so he didn't have to worry about anyone seeing him. Everyone he had grown up with had left the orphanage years ago except the nun in charge.
He smiled when he saw her and he rushed to give her a hug.
"Sister Anne, I missed you. "
The woman before him looked so little and he remembered when she used to chase him all around to have a bath. She ran her hands across his face and stared intently at him.
"Carl, it's you."
He owed everything to her. He saw her at the wedding but he didn't know how to walk up to her and speak to her because she had warned him.
"How's your wife?" She asked
Carl laughed at the coincidence.
"Uh, we're divorced now. Things didn't work out."
Sister Anne nodded her head and fell silent. She had seen it coming.
There were fewer kids around the place. Sister Anne had fought to keep this place open, not minding that she'd be the only one running it.
"Have a seat. How have things been, my boy?"
Carl scoffed. Where was he going to start with his story?
"Sister, that's the reason I'm here. I need you to help me make sense of things. You need to tell me the truth. Do you know who my father is?"
The sister was shocked by the question.
"Where is this coming from, Carl? You already know the truth. You were placed in a basket and brought in here. You were very sick. There was no note and nothing to indicate where you'd come from. The only thing that I noticed were the marks on your back. They read P.S, asides from that, I know nothing. I wasn't even here when you were brought in."
Carl felt like he had hit a brick wall. He had really hoped for some answers from her. Carl still felt like it was all a dream to him.
He eventually had to leave her but he promised to come see her some other time. He also made a mental note to tell Roger to do something about the orphanage.
As he sat back in his car, he began thinking about his next line of action.