Meeting the eldest son

Silas's POV 

"What the hell, man," I muttered to myself as Orian and Kael ran toward the lady. The king had already picked her up in his arms.

"Dad, I'll call the doctor right now," Kael said as he pulled out his phone and started dialing the doctor.

"Orian, go bring warm water to our room and also get your mom's medicines," the king instructed Orian.

Orian nodded and immediately ran off. The king picked up the lady and carried her away from there.

"What should I do now?" I murmured. The lady's condition didn't look good, but what does that have to do with me? 

I'm not a member of their family. As for humanity, sure, I can show some sympathy, but staying here won't help the lady recover. I have to leave now.

I turned around and started to leave, but I couldn't find a way out. 

There was only one path, the one the king had just taken. So, I went through that door and ended up inside the mansion.

The mansion was massive, with white and gray walls. Everything was luxurious. Everywhere I looked, there were paintings.

 As I walked further, I came across a wall with their family portrait hanging on it.

They had four sons. Below the portrait, their names were written.

The eldest son's name was Damon. He had black hair, black eyes, and glasses resting on those eyes. Fair skin. He was tall with a well-built body—more muscular than Kael—and this was evident even in the portrait and he was looking like business man cuz he was wearing a suit .

Their second son's name was Theron. He had brown hair and sparkling brown eyes. He was wearing a light brown basketball jersey with the number 34 on it, holding a basketball in his hands. He looked like an athlete. His legs were very long.

And their third son's name was Kael. I had met him already. But wait a minute, why is he standing there with a paintbrush in the portrait? And when I looked closer, I saw that the artist's name under all the portraits was written as Kael. That means Kael must have drawn all these portraits.

And as soon as I looked at the fourth portrait, it was blank, with only white paint on it. But why? Why is there no photo of their youngest son here? 

Then, I noticed the section where pictures of their mates were displayed, and there were photos of Orian. 

He looked good in those pictures. But as soon as I turned my gaze towards the king's photo, my eyes widened in shock. It was a childhood photo of Orian with the king.

My twin brother, who had been lost years ago, was in that photo. Seeing that, my heart started pounding loudly—my brother is alive! Teren, who we thought had died years ago.

 But maybe his name is now Orian. He probably doesn't even remember me. And they all seem to like him here. He has four mates, a good life—he's been fortunate, and I'm happy for that.

"Let's get out of here now," I said to myself and walked straight towards the main door.

As soon as I stepped out of the mansion, I saw many bodyguards in black suits standing outside.

 They looked intimidating just from their faces, and I thought they might stop me from leaving, just like those two bodyguards had. 

I lowered my head and started walking quickly, moving further away from them, but they didn't stop me.

Then, I looked ahead and saw that the main gate was locked. Maybe that's why they didn't stop me—because they knew I wouldn't be able to leave with the gate locked. 

But I had already decided that I would climb over the gate to get out. And just as I reached the gate, it suddenly opened.

I didn't understand how the gate opened, but maybe it was meant to open for me. So, I started to step out through the gate. Just then, I saw a car speeding toward me from the front.

I literally wanted to step aside, but just then, one of my legs collided with the other, and I fell flat on my face.

"Silas, do you enjoy embarrassing yourself?" I murmured to myself because tripping over my own feet and falling like that was so embarrassing.

The car stopped a little distance away from me. Seeing the car halt, I quickly got up, though my cheek was hurting, but I didn't check it. Just then, the car door opened. 

First, I saw black shoes stepping out of the car. Then, a man got out wearing a navy-colored suit, loosening his tie with one hand while using the other to close the car door.

And when I looked at his face, the light in his glasses flashed.

I recognized him.

"Damon," I said loudly because I had just seen his portrait inside, and now he was standing right in front of me.

"Who are you, and are you trying to kill yourself by jumping in front of my car?" he said, walking quickly towards me.

I slid a little backward and immediately bowed, a full 90-degree bow.

"Sorry, I was in a bit of a rush," I said, hoping that if I apologized, the matter wouldn't escalate, and he wouldn't ask any further questions.

"I've never seen you before. Are you new here? And where are you going so late at night?" he asked. Hearing his question, I lifted my head to look at him and then stood up straight.

"Actually, I was injured, and Madam saved me. I'm grateful to her for that."

Just then, my gaze shifted to Damon, who had his arms folded across his chest. He was looking at me in a way that made it clear he was trying to judge whether I was telling the truth or lying.

"I should leave now," I said, taking a step to go, but once again, my foot tripped over the other.

I was about to fall when he caught my hand and stopped me from hitting the ground.