CHAPTER 6

Victor sniffed softly, "I didn't win any lottery, neither did I find a fortune. I was rich before I became a beggar. Today makes it two years since I lost my wife and only child, in a car accident. I have been living with grief and sadness; the doctor said I have a few years to live," He said as a small smile curved on his lips.

The old man continues to spill out, explaining to Donald everything about himself and how he had been living since the incident.

"I wanted to see how people would treat me if I was broke and homeless. I decided to take the step, everyone I came across treated me badly, including my own staff. It was not easy," Victor said with a shaky voice.

He paused momentarily and drew a deep breath. "You were the only person that treated me nicely. You gave me your torn clothes and a necklace. You will always pass by to check up on me and even give me food. I can't thank you enough, you made me believe that good people still exist in this world."

Donald sighed, he felt pity for the man. He thought he had a worse situation but after hearing what the man had uttered. He moved forward and held the man's hand trying to console him.

"It's fine; I have always had a good heart," Donald said, smiling if there was one thing that was living rent-free in his head.

It was the fact that the old man who used to play the role of a beggar was a rich man. Donald shook his head as he tried to absorb the man's words.

"I came looking for you; I was worried that something might have happened to you," Donald uttered.

Mr. Victor Nathan smiled, "Nothing happened to me, I was through with my mission, so I went home."

"Did you find what you were looking for?"

"Yes, I found a man with a heart of Gold and I want to reward that man. That person is none other than you, Donald. You are the chosen person."

Donald raised his brow, "What are you talking about."

"When you get discharged, you will know. But I have a question to ask. Why were you running and what happened to your house?"

Donald scratched his hair, as he inhaled and exhaled deeply. He lowered his gaze, "I got divorced with my wife, and I had no place to stay. I was sleeping at your spot when I saw the police chasing after some beggars." He said with trembling lips.

"You got divorced with Pamela,"

"Yes, Do you know her?" He questioned in curiosity.

"No, I have my men trace you to your house. When I noticed how good of a man you are. I was told how you were humiliated both at work and at home. I am sorry I couldn't reveal myself, I was waiting for the perfect time to show you my true identity."

"It's fine, I deserve it."

"You don't deserve such humiliation from People, Donald. You are a good man, and you need to be treated with respect. From now on, you will be staying at my house." He said firmly.

A few hours later, Donald was discharged from the hospital. He trailed behind Mr. Victor Nathan towards a Range Rover that was parked by the side. Donald was a bit confused, he peered at the man when he noticed how some men with black bowed their heads at him.

"Is this your car, and who are they?" he asked with a face etched with confusion.

"Yes, one of my cars and they are my guards." He replied.

"One of your cars and your guards," Donald said in a low tone, without Victor Nathan hearing his statement.

"Hop in, it's about to rain," Victor said.

Donald shrugged, and without hesitation, he entered the car alongside Victor. He watched how the guards bowed their heads towards him.

Victor Nathan could read the expression on Donald's face;

He wondered how Donald would feel when he get to the mansion. The driver ignited the car and drove out of the hospital.

Donald glanced around the car; it was his first time in a Range Rover; the man's last statement was still living rent-free in his head. "One of my cars. Who is he?" He questioned inwardly.

They drove into a mansion, the gate parted open by itself. Donald brought out his head to gaze at the mansion before him, his eyes ogling around the premises. It was more than he had ever seen in his life.

He found two women working by the side of the mansion and a few men in black suits standing by the side of the house.

"We are home, Donald."

Donald's eyes widened in disbelief, and his jaw dropped. "Is this your house?" He questioned.

Victor Nathan giggled, "Yes, this is one of my houses." He replied as the car halted at the entrance.

He winked at Donald to get down; Donald was lost; he was engrossed in several thoughts.

He noticed how two men stepped towards them and bowed their heads towards Mr. Victor Nathan.

"Welcome back, Master." One of the men said.

Victor Nathan nodded his head, as he walked towards the mansion. He turned to stare at Donald who was still lost looking at the spacious mansion.

He laughed at Donald before calling his name. "Donald, come on." He called out.

Donald followed him inside, his shoes clicking on the marble floor. The interior was even more impressive, with the high ceilings, grand chandeliers, and art pieces that looked like they belonged to the museum.

"Wow," Donald said, trying to take it all in. He moved towards Mr. Victor Nathan. "You are...not just a regular guy, are you." He said, with his voice barely above a whisper.

Victor Nathan laughed, the sound echoing pleasantly in the spacious foyer. "No, I suppose not. I like to keep a low profile, I have many houses across the city and beyond. I have done well for myself in business."