"What did you say?" Bo frowned in anger. The emotional rush almost split his head into two, yet he suppressed the urge to show the pain on his face. "Didn't everything go well?"

EnJie shook her head. "I don't know. That was all he said on the phone."

"What does he need now?"

"He faxed over the new contract. He said he needed this sign immediately, or else he would change the partnership to Mr. Song's company instead."

Bo slammed his hands hard on the desk; his entire body was full of rage. It was not the first time that Mr. Meng had been this untruthful while doing business. Still, the two companies had been in a business relationship for a long time, so Bo did not want to end this cooperation with his generation.

"Give me the contract. I'll look it over."

Enjie handed a black folder that she had been holding behind her back since she came into the room towards Bo. The latter flipped open the cover and began reading. However, it only took him three sentences before all the rows of words were blurred into one, turning everything indecipherable. Bo shook his head and blinked as if to clear his vision, yet he still could not get any better.

"Bo?" asked Ben when he saw the discomfort on his cousin's face. Getting up from his seat and walking over to stand next to Bo, Ben bent his knees to the seated Bo's level before placing his hand on the younger's shoulder and asking a question with a voice full of concern.

"You look awful. Is everything alright?" Ben whispered so that the question could only be heard between them.

"I-I... My eyes can't read these. I don't know why..."

Ben took a look at the paper with a frown. "Why not? It's our language anyway."

"No, not that. I can't make out each word at all. Everything in my vision is a blur," said Bo frustratingly before tilting his head to face his cousin, "even your face is fuzzy."

"Shall I read for you?"

Usually, Bo would read each contract carefully by himself to make sure no one was playing any trick. However, given his condition now, this was not possible. It made him uneasy, but still, Ben was his cousin and the one who had helped him all along. He should trust his vice-president.

"Yes, please." He handed his cousin the folder.

Standing up straight, Ben took over the folder and read every word out loud. Once he finished, he put it down on the desk in front of Bo. "Looks like things are fine. He just wanted to delay the supplying date."

"So, everything is fine with the contract?" asked Bo worriedly.

"Yes, so far, so good, cousin," answered Ben. "You should sign it. That Mr. Meng is impatient, and you know that."

Just as Ben finished, a phone ringing sound from the secretary desk outside could be heard in the room.

"I'm afraid it might be Mr. Meng," said EnJie as she hurried out the room to pick up the call.

After just two minutes, she came back inside, looking grim.

"Mr. Meng said he wanted your signature by four o'clock, or he'll turn to Mr. Song," EnJie reported back.

It was already three-fifty, meaning there were only ten minutes left. Gritting his teeth in annoyance, Bo gave one last try to read the piece of paper before him but failed. Leaving him with no choice, Bo decided to trust his vice-president and signed the document.

"I'm going to have a talk with him about his attitude one day," said Bo once Enjie took the signed document outside the room. He leaned back on his chair and rested his head on the headrest. His hands were pinching the area between his brows as if massaging the muscle would help clear his vision.

"Cousin, you should go home. With your current condition, it would be no use to stay here. Better rest today so you can be productive tomorrow," said Ben.

"You're right," said Bo with a defeated sigh. Getting up on his feet, he asked Ben to help call his chauffeur before bidding his cousin goodbye and making his way out of the room. At first, Ben insisted on going with him, but Bo refused.

"Since I won't be here, this company will need you. Stay, Ben. I'll be fine," said Bo as he headed out of his office.

"Okay, if you say so. Have a good rest, cousin. Bye," waved Ben from behind Bo's desk.

Bo nodded as he closed the door and headed towards the lift, leaving his cousin alone inside his room. Once Ben made sure that Bo was gone, an evil smile plastered all over his face as he pulled back the office chair and sat down on what was known as 'the president seat.'

"Take a lot of rest. Mr. former President."

*******

It had been two years since the day Bo knew the actual color of his cousin, Ben. The warm smile, the fake laugh, and the wicked thought behind that carefree personality, and innocent luculent eyes were all an act to make Bo trust him completely.

This was the first time that Bo experienced betrayal. The first time had always been the hardest; the pain, confusion, and emotional distress. And in Bo's case, it was even more painful since the first person that made him experience this was his flesh and kin. His carelessness became the stain that dirtied the rest of his spotless and shiny path of life.

The document that he signed without reading was not the contract but the transfer of its management rights. It was stated that Bo was diagnosed with Dementia and needed time for treatment. It turned out, the diligent act of personally delivering the coffee to Bo was all Ben's trick. He had drugged Bo with some toxin to make sure Bo's health was affected without the latter knowing. When the time was right, with Mr. Meng and EnJie as accomplices and the bribery to the board of directors, Ben's plan was executed perfectly. Bo got kicked out of his own company in shame. His position as a President and his shares were taken away from his possession and legally given to Ben.

After a month, the toxin and the emotional distress made Bo's health deteriorate severely, especially his mental stability. He turned a three-year-old most of the time and could not remember much of the past events. His adult mind was conscious for a short time only to become a kid again in the next few hours. When he switched into kid mode, he could neither eat nor dressed adequately, making his father, James, do everything for him.

It was said that bad things come in threes. Not only did Bo and his father lose access to their bank accounts, but they also lost two valuable members of the family. Bo's fiance broke their engagement, whereas his mother demanded a divorce. Both women said it was too embarrassing to see a thirty-four-year-old man act like a three-year-old boy, and they wished never to be a part of this mess. Throughout all those havocs, only Bo and James left within the family, and the latter decided to settle down in a simple and peaceful life with his son.

The two resided in a small bungalow in the countryside, living off the money from selling Jame's old villa in the city. Still, a simple life that James had thought of did not go smoothly. Even though he could manage to change his lifestyle from a luxurious experience into a simpler one by cutting his expense, Bo's expensive treatment was still the primary concern. The medical bill increased from one doctor to another, whereas his savings were decreasing. When James was no longer able to afford the hospital room, he decided to bring Bo back to his small house and took on the caregiver's role. Still, he never gave up looking for a better doctor to cure his son. Every day, James would stare at his son with teary eyes, yet he swallowed back both the tears and a lump in his throat, so his pain would not show to the outside.

Never would he ever imagined his beloved son would suffer from a terrible fate as this at such a young age. Every time his son's awareness came back, James tried to cherish that time as much as possible even though it was just for a few hours. He would comfort Bo and told him that he would always love him no matter what, and he would always tell his son never to give up. The father and son would then burst into tears while having their bodies enveloped in each other's embrace.

In the middle of many nights, James would sleep on his side, with his face facing Bo to see his son's peaceful and innocent look as he slept. He would then patted Bo's head tenderly and made an inaudible sigh to himself. If there were one wish that he could ask for right now, he would not ask for his company or his money back. He would ask for a miracle doctor to appear and help his son to recuperate. He was willing to either do or give anything he could within his power to exchange for this wish. Even if it meant losing his own life, he would not hesitate to bargain.

However, John Green's word was accurate; "the world is not a wish-granting factory."

Some wishes could not be granted, and some could not even be made.