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.

and turned, engulfed in a terrifying scene that flashed before his

fire, surrounded by nothing more than an abyss of darkness. The scene that

stifling darkness was accompanied by an oppressive sense of isolation. However,

abruptly by a flurry of

his cell phone jolted him awake, his heart pounding erratically in

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

he croaked into the receiver,

was communicated by an urgent-sounding voice

I'm calling to inform you that that police car transported Doctor Tony was involved in a severe

passed through him. "What happened?" he demanded,

one of the police officers were pronounced dead

were jumbled as

comprehend the seriousness of the circumstance. Maybe it was because of the nightmare,

It was ominous.

to himself, his voice

have been intentional. There were skid marks on the road, indicating that the driver of the other vehicle

scowl got bigger when he

this, someone who wanted to silence Doctor Tony and prevent him from revealing the secrets that he had

that, Jeff hung

he reclined on his bed and gazed vacantly

was orchestrating this elaborate charade? What was their ultimate goal? As Liam neared Billy's room, his footsteps resounded through the hospital hallway. His eyes lingered for a second before he finally pushed the door open, glancing at

bro," in

a faint smile tugging at

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 a

worry weighing heavily in his heart. Since the accident, he