Broken Twins

Hamilton

Hamilton sat nervously in the car. Every now and then he looked back or to the right and to the left. It didn't take long before Hamilton looked at the clock on his wrist. And once in the tunnel the car stopped. Right in front of the car was another car that was waiting for him to arrive.

Hamilton immediately got out and moved to the car. While Hamilton's place was also replaced by his assistant. After that the car went back in the opposite direction. As if nothing happened.

"Are you sure you want to change the name of the heir to your entire fortune?" asked a man who had been sitting in the car from the start.

"Of course. There's not the slightest doubt," Hamilton said.

"But, are you sure this heir really exists?" asked the man again.

"I trust that girl." Hamilton would not change his mind. His instincts were never wrong.

"Okay. I'll finish it all in a day. You don't have to worry," said the man again.

"Thank you. This way I can die in peace," Hamilton said.

The man beside him took a deep breath. "Why don't you divorce your wife?" the man asked again.

"It's complicated. I didn't expect that damned woman to be a demon. They are very cunning and I had no choice. But after Alex's death, I started to think they would do anything they could to bring me down and take everything I had. Whether I obeyed or not. ' said Hamilton.

"Then, where is the AH liquid located?" asked the man, burning the tip of the cigarette.

"The liquid belongs to the owner. No one knows about the liquid except you and Alex."

"In that case, thank God." The man understood.

At that time the car went back into the tunnel. Hamilton came back out and sat in the first car. Meanwhile his assistant had returned to the other car. They purposely swap places in such a way to trick enemies who might be watching them.

Hamilton began to calm down. As the target of the person to be killed next, he had to prepare everything. Hamilton would make them desperate. All this time Hamilton knew how Martha and Cloe were. They only want their wealth.

The car pulled into the Hamilton family home. Hamilton casually descended with the unfinished company files. Hamilton plans to do it at home. But when he entered the house, he stared at the road leading to Alex's room. The only son he loved very much and had died.

Hamilton's hopes seemed to just fall apart. The world feels shattered and has no hope anymore. Although there is now new hope, Hamilton doesn't have much time. They will immediately act and do what they like.

Hamilton changed his footsteps towards Alex's room. The big room was very quiet. There's no one there. Some photos of Alex on display there. His proud son who continues to refuse to inherit his wealth and chooses to join the police school. Now it has to die because of the wealth owned by Hamilton. If only Hamilton had known that his fortune would only be a big deal. Hamilton would rather live simply than lose his son or his wife. What's the point of being rich if you can't buy happiness. Hamilton wept regretfully. Everything feels in vain.

Hamilton wiped his tears. Don't let other people know that they are sad. The sadness he felt would only make his enemies smile happily.

Hamilton quickly came out of the room. He closed the door slowly. When he walked back into the main house Martha had greeted him.

"Where are you from?" Martha asked.

"From the office. Where else do you think I'm going," Hamilton asked.

"I've been waiting for you since earlier," said Martha.

"Is that true!?!" Hamilton came into the room and quickly changed. He looked lethargic and unmotivated. His mind and soul sank in sorrow at the loss of his beloved son.

"I understand you're sad, but don't ignore me," said Martha again.

"I'm tired. Can I sleep in peace!?!" Hamilton asked.

Martha looked very annoyed. Hamilton didn't understand what Martha wanted. Everything Martha needed was readily available. But Martha was always annoyed with Hamilton.

"I've been waiting all day. But after meeting I only got tired of you." Martha didn't stop talking. "I know you lost Alex. But you also have me. Even Cloe too. Don't you think of Cloe as your son too!?!"

"Martha, I'm tired. We'll talk tomorrow. I won't be working tomorrow. So we have all day to argue with you," Hamilton said.

"I know Cloe is not my biological child. I know I'm barren and that's my weakness. I know I'm not even worthy of you," said Martha dissatisfied.

Hamilton chose to close his eyes and let Martha speak. He was tired of arguing. He was tired of trying to make Martha understand the situation and his feelings. How could a woman who pretended to be innocent would pretend to understand her condition. In her heart, Martha must be cheering for Alex's death. They failed to kill him at the party, but managed to kill him on the street. If only there was evidence that they were the culprits. Surely Hamilton would be satisfied. However, the reality is not always in accordance with the wishes. Luckily Hamilton still had little hope of making all those who tried to destroy his life feel like a failure with his plan.

Hamilton rose. As usual before going to bed he took sleeping pills. Even though the doctor repeatedly gave him warnings. Without a doubt Hamilton took at least one sleeping pill. It didn't take him long to fall asleep and that was everything.

If you remember, back when Hamilton's life was poor, he felt happiness even though he also suffered because of financial difficulties. Now that he was rich, things were easy, but Hamilton failed to feel happy. It turns out that when you think about it, happiness does not exist in poverty or wealth. Happiness is in the human heart itself. When he always feels enough and happy with whatever he has right now. Feeling satisfied with wealth. Feel enough with his wife and children and feel enough with his life. Be grateful for whatever has been determined for his life in this world.

Hamilton smiled as he closed his eyes. Even though Alex is dead Hamilton should be happy because there is still hope. His lineage is still alive. Hamilton felt grateful and at ease. The feeling of happiness was so felt seeped into his heart and soul. With enough, the heart will be grateful and with gratitude the heart will be filled with happiness. Hamilton's lips broke into a wide smile. A moment later his hands fell limp and Hamilton didn't move an inch.