*Ten years ago*
''Son, your father is just worried that you are not capable in handling the affairs of the kingston corporation.''
A much younger Lucinda and Noah sat opposite each other in the visitor's lounge of the Kingston Mansion.
Noah stared quietly at his mother from his wheelchair. His pale, sickly features carried a faint mockery at her words, but his mother was too preoccupied with her own agenda to notice. Her focus was obviously on persuading him to relinquish his claim to the president's position of the Kingston Corporation and hand that over to his father.
''You shouldn't believe what that girl has told you, my son. We are family and as family, we should be of great help to one another.'' Noah watched as his mother spoke in a righteous manner and directly contradicted herself and his father with those words.
