Chapter 62

**James POV**

"Mr. McKenzie, you have to understand that your friend has gone through a severe head injury. Expecting a full recovery is hopeless. But not impossible. With sufficient care and if your friend chains consciousness in the expected time, I believe he can be on his feet in 4 months", the doctor informed hesitantly, unsure how the person in front of him will react.

"4 months!", James slumped stunned. Four months lying on a bed, unable to move around, unable to live, trapped in a comatose body.

"That too depends on the state of his recovery. We cannot tell how much damage the accident had caused to his speech or his body until he wakes up. How long does he need the physical therapy must depend on his body's response Mr. McKenzie!” The doctor explained what needs to be done

"Can we do anything for him?", James asked as he felt that his hands are tied.

"I'm afraid, all we can do is pray for his speedy recovery Mr. McKenzie", the doctor said gravely.

"Give him the best care in the hospital doctor. He must not be left alone for not even a single moment.

Hire two nurses especially for him. No one, not even the other staff will enter his room other than them", he ordered as he thought of Tank's comfort.

"Yes, Mr. McKenzie", the doctor readily agreed, as he learned from experience that the loved ones must feel that they are in control.

"I want you to inform me the second he opens his eyes. No exceptions", James demanded.

"Of course. We will do our best to make him comfortable here, Mr. McKenzie"

Once he instructed his demands, James barged out of the room and went to stand outside of the ICU room.

Tank's body has a bruised look to it with red angry looking marks on his face. His hand is in a cast as if he must have used that hand to break the force of the airbag.

He didn't know how long he stood there, watching his friend. When David informed him about a policeman waiting for him.

James peered at the man clad in a police uniform looking uncomfortable standing in the empty hallway of the hospital.

The policeman stood to attention once he saw James approaching him.

"Mr. McKenzie. I'm the commissioner of this area. Nice to meet you...I mean I'm sorry about your friend", the policeman corrected himself, flustered at his slip in front of this powerful guy.

"What can you tell me about the accident commissioner?" James asked sternly, ignoring the bear slip-up of the man before him.

"It's a straight hit-and-run case, sir. Your friend was going on the road when someone must have hit his car from the back", the policeman said as a matter-of-fact.

"I want you to be straight with me. Is there any chance of foul play commissioner?" James asked his teeth gritted. If one single piece of evidence, even a tiny hint of foul play is found, then he won't leave Jacqueline. James swore to himself.

"I don't think so Mr. McKenzie", the policeman said with a poker face.

"I'm not asking about your opinion commissioner. I want the facts", James snapped at him, though he is angry with himself.

"There is no foul play sir. Based on the tire marks I would say it's a huge vehicle. We will try to find the person Mr. McKenzie, but I want to caution you that nothing much may come out of it. That area doesn't have any CCTV coverage. It's one of the blind spots. Whoever has done it is really lucky to slip through", the policeman said with no preamble.

"I won't say lucky, commissioner. And if you know what's best for you, you wouldn't either", James grunted.

"Yes, of course, Mr. McKenzie. I'm sorry. We will try our best to catch the culprit"

"Do that commissioner"

Once the commissioner left the hospital building, he dialed the number he got the last call from.

"Mrs. McKenzie", the policeman said politely.

"Hello commissioner, everything has gone well I presume", Jacqueline replicated the politeness.
"Yes...yes, Mrs. McKenzie. I informed your husband just as you instructed", the commissioner informed her proudly.

"Did he suspect, commissioner?", Jacqueline asked to be sure.

"No, of course not, Mrs. McKenzie. I did as you told me", the policeman scoffed as he said that. Hurt that she is questioning his acting abilities.

"Thank you, commissioner. You see I fear for his health. If he learned that someone purposefully hit his friend's car, my husband might take it to his heart. And he is already in such delicate condition due to his father's death. I don't want to upset him anymore", Jacqueline said with such emotions that the policeman believed she was saying those things wholeheartedly.

"Of course, Mrs. McKenzie. I completely understand"

"Oh really! Thank you for understanding, commissioner. I wish there were more kind-hearted officers like you", Jacqueline sugarcoated him.

The commissioner blushed at her praise. He puffed his chest in pride. However, he casually said, "Mrs. McKenzie, I'm just a regular officer"

"You are not, commissioner. But I admire your modesty. Thank you for helping me with this. You must have seen many such cases in your lifetime. I don't have to remind you about discretion, I'm sure. But please don't inform anyone. We can't say who may leak it to my husband. Money, you see commissioner, will let a person do many illegal things", Jacqueline said solemnly.

"Rest assured, Mrs. McKenzie, not a soul will learn about this", the commissioner said feverishly.
"I'm expecting nothing less from you commissioner", Jacqueline said and politely cut the call. However, once the call was cut, she smirked and thought to herself, 'not bad Mrs. McKenzie, not bad at all.'

On the other hand, James stood in front of the glass door of Tank's room, his heart filled with grief, feeling helpless and desperate, he shed a lone tear that trickled down his cheek.

He vowed to himself that he will avenge his friend. "I will find that person who is responsible for your condition, Tank".

The next morning Eleanor went to her lawyer and talked about the Will.

"What do you think?" She asked to extend the fake testament to her lawyer.

The lawyer took 30 minutes to study it completely. He then carefully placed it back in the envelope and asked her,

"I have been working for you for many years. I think I deserve the truth. You know what they say, no lying to doctors and lawyers. So, Mrs. McKenzie, is this the real Will of your husband?" The lawyer asked, looking at her through the glasses that were perched on his nose.

"Good. At least you doubted the Will. My money is being well spent, Lawyer. Now tell me, can I go to the court with this?", Eleanor asked as she leaned over the desk.

"What do you want Mrs. McKenzie?" The lawyer instead questioned her

"Hmm...what are you implying Lawyer?"

"Do you know that you can contest for the company if the Will was real?" The lawyer said calmly looking at his client

Eleanor choked hearing this. She never thought about it.

"Can I?" Eleanor asked, greed written all over her face

"As per your husband's will or whoever created this one, your husband bequeathed you his property after his death precedes. That means the company his family started. However, it would have been true, if the Will was real. Unfortunately, you cannot Mrs. McKenzie. It will only be a matter of time before the opposite team proves that it is fake", the lawyer said detachedly.

"Then why bring it up!" Eleanor lashed out.

"To the purpose of knowing what exactly you are aiming for", the lawyer said as he removed his glasses and placed them on the table.

"Tell me, lawyer, can I really get the company if the Will was real?" Eleanor asked, ignoring his question.
"Unless there was another Will written by your husband, yes Mrs. McKenzie, you may have had the chance", the lawyer said unenthusiastically.

Eleanor gave a low groan at the lost opportunity. If only she has persuaded her husband, then.

"However-", the lawyer continued bringing Eleanor back from her dreams.

"Yes?"

"I think your husband must have given the position in the company legally to his son. So, it won't have changed anything for you", the lawyer calmly burst her bubble.

"Forget about could have been and would have been. What do you think about this? What can I do with it?" Eleanor pointed towards the envelope with her fingertip.

"That depends on what you are aiming for Mrs. McKenzie. What are you trying to accomplish with this fake Will?"

"Can I fight for the house I used to live in?"

"Again, even if the Will was real, it wouldn't have mattered. As all the properties were brought by Mr. James McKenzie"

"Can't you do anything? I don't even get a single dime from that slime of my stepson", Eleanor glowered her displeasure.

"I could have if the papers were real. I'm afraid, there is no case at all, Mrs. McKenzie", the lawyer said, shaking his head.

"Damn You! What is the use of that degree if you cannot do a single thing?"

"Mrs. McKenzie, I understand your frustration but please refrain yourself from using such language", the lawyer tried to reprimand her in vain.

"Then give me some results lawyer! Use your brain", Eleanor snapped at him instead.

"We can-", the lawyer trailed off.

"What?" Eleanor asked boorishly.

"We can ask for a legal DNA test. If what you said about Mr. James McKenzie is true, then it will hold him up here a good couple of days no matter who he is"

"Now we are talking", Eleanor brightened.

"However," the lawyer gave a pause as he sorted his thoughts.

"Your incomplete sentences are grating on my nerves lawyer", Eleanor said annoyed at the melodramatic way the lawyer is pausing in the middle of a sentence.

"It will be just a matter of time before Mr. James McKenzie can submit the real Will. Then it won't help"
"Do whatever you can to drag the case lawyer. Someone important", and obnoxious, Eleanor muttered under her breath, "is counting on your performance".

"I will do what I can, Mrs. McKenzie", the lawyer said unhurriedly.

On the other hand, James got ready in his suit, his eyes red from sleeplessness, his thoughts on Tank.
"Hello", James answered his phone absentmindedly.

"Is it a bad time Mr. McKenzie?" Agatha asked, sensing the tiredness from his voice. She feared for his health. He must be not taking care of himself, she thought to herself.

"No Agatha. Nothing that can't be delayed. Tell me", James assured her, not ready to inform her on Tank's condition. Especially now that she is on her way to recovery.

"I'm thinking of going home, Mr. McKenzie", Agatha said with no preamble.

"What? No!"

"James, please listen to me. I will take a nurse if you insist. But I couldn't stay here forever. It's been weeks already. Now I can do small chores too", Agatha explained to him calmly.

"Who is letting you do the chores? I will fire that nurse", James nearly screamed.

"You are missing the point. I want to return home", Agatha persisted stubbornly.

"Agatha", James said sternly.

"James", Agatha countered with the same sternness.

"Fine! But you need some rest before you join your duty. Promise me you will take a week's rest", James relented. He always relents before her. If that woman joins his office, he thought even his investors will relent.

"A week! I can rest there at the mansion", Agatha tried to reason with him.

"No. I'm not listening to this. I will agree on only this condition", James said stubbornly. He may have relented on the place but not on time. She needs her rest.

"Do I have to, Mr. McKenzie?", Agatha dragged, not like the fact.

"Yes Agatha", James informed severely.

"Fine", James imagined she must be pouting on the other side of the phone.

"Good"