The Fake Son Is A Billionaire Young Master by Morningale

‘Atlas Grador' A police car carrying Doctor Tony slid through the pitch-black highway in the middle of a stormy night.

Once a respected member of the medical community, the man in handcuffs now sat hunched over in shame and despair, his hands shaking beneath the stoic police officers who flanked him.

With the media's insatiable appetite, the humiliating arrest that had occurred earlier that day had been a global spectacle.

Doctor Tony's mind raced in disarray as the police car sped forward, its headlights slicing “through the dark expanse.

His pride was pierced by a dagger of questions that gnawed at his conscience.

His humiliation was overwhelming, the scorn of the public bearing down on him like an insupportable weight.

His once impeccable reputation lay in ruins,

shattered by an impulsive act. Resentment and anger surged within him, directed at the boy who had inadvertently triggered this downfall.

As he was lost in this torrent of negative emotions, a sudden, piercing screech shattered the night's silence.

A truck, hurtling along the opposite lane, careened out of control, its massive frame aiming straight at the police car.

Time seemed to slow to a crawl as Doctor Tony watched in horror, unable to avert his eyes from the impending catastrophe.

The collision was apocalyptic, sending glass smashing and metal screeching in a “devastation symphony. With relentless force, the truck crashed into the police vehicle, causing it to spin out of control.

The vehicle rolled and tumbled violently, before plunging off the highway and into the murky depths of the river below.

The frigid, merciless water engulfed Doctor Tony, and everything in his world went black.

Jeff's frown in the room revealed the turbulence in his sleep.

engulfed in a terrifying scene that flashed before his eyesin a

a frightening ring of fire, surrounded by nothing more than an abyss of darkness. The scene

search for a familiar face in the stifling darkness was accompanied by an oppressive sense of isolation. However, his quest was in

flurry of sounds that startled him

harsh ringing of his cell phone jolted him awake, his heart pounding

the remnants of sleep, he fumbled for the device, his hand trembling as he pressed it against

croaked into the receiver, his voice

piece of news was communicated by an urgent-sounding voice on the other

Tony was

him. "What happened?" he demanded,

the police officers were pronounced dead at the scene. The two other officers are in

jumbled as

the seriousness of the circumstance. Maybe it was because of the nightmare, Jeff felt something, like

It was ominous.

muttered to himself, his voice

to have been intentional. There were skid marks on the road, indicating that the driver of the other vehicle may have intentionally I caused the collision," they eventually said, their voice somber and

when

wanted to silence Doctor Tony and prevent him from revealing the secrets that

Jeff

from the series of events, he

resounded through the hospital hallway. His eyes lingered for a second before he finally pushed the door

"Hey bro," in a

faint

up?" Liam turned to look at Billy, who was lying very still on the hospital bed with his leg in a cast." How's he doing?" Asking in a voice hardly audible above a whisper, Liam "He's still out cold," Jeff replied, his expression

worry weighing heavily in his heart. Since the accident, he had been by Billy's side, and he could not bear to see his friend