Chapter 90 Found her
It had been one month since Heaven returned to Ivory City with Liam.
Convincing the Johnsons to let her go hadn’t been easy, especially Fabian and Old Man Johnson? They had been worried sick and asked if she had remembered anything she said no but Heaven had told them she could do this.
All her life, she had felt something missing. A big space that love no matter how abundant couldn’t quite fill. Even surrounded by warmth, laughter, and protection, something inside her had always been searching.
She believed she had a family somewhere out there. People who were looking for her.
And yet… fear lingered. She only remembered being chased. Running endlessly under the rain. That was all she knew of her past.
When she returned to Ivory City, the first place she went was the police station. She asked for records. Missing persons. Old reports. Photographs.
The officers logged into the system. There was nothing in all the missing photographs, there was no picture of her, not even on social media.
The realization hit harder than she expected. Did she not belong anywhere? Did nobody want her? And where was Liam’s father?
Fabian had told her amnesia took time. That memories didn’t always return in neat pieces.
But seven years had passed. And her mind was still blank. Her son couldn’t grow up fatherless.
The thought twisted painfully in her chest.
She stepped out of the police station that day and sighed, frustration weighing heavy on her shoulders.
“Mama,” Liam said softly, tugging her hand. “I don’t need anyone else but you. Don’t push yourself too hard.”
She looked down into her son’s caring eyes, her heart melted. Her whole world was this tiny boy.
Heaven bent down and lifted him into her arms.
“And I only need you, my munchkin,” she chuckled.
Liam didn’t protest even though he hated being babied. When it came to his mama, he made exceptions. He wrapped his arms around her neck, resting his head against her shoulder taking in her scent.
Heaven had thrown herself into work after that. Setting up a hospital small, modest, on the outskirts of town. It was all she could afford. She had rejected every offer of help from the Johnsons. They had paid her tuition, protected her, and taken care of her and Liam for years.
She didn’t want to be a burden anymore. When the final arrangement was done, she dusted her hands and smiled.
“Finally,” she said with quiet pride. “It’s all set. We open tomorrow.”
Liam stood beside her, face scrunched in thought.He studied the lighting. The walls. The entrance. In fact everything about the place.
“Mama,” he said carefully, “do you think people will come? It doesn’t look… welcoming.”
As if on cue, the banner Heaven had spent hours hanging slipped loose and fell to the ground.
Liam blinked.
“Maybe we should call professionals,” he concluded calmly.
Heaven winced. “I don’t have money for that.”
Liam frowned. “Why did you reject Uncle Fabian’s money? And Grandpa’s? When you know we need it.”
“I don’t want to trouble them anymore,” she said gently. “Don’t worry. When I get my first patient, I’ll use the payment to call a professional. For now, we’ll hang it back up. I’ll tighten it properly.”
Her voice was firm and determined, this was their humble beginning.
Liam crossed his arms, unconvinced.
“Mama,” he said, “this is a rural area. How much do you think people around here can afford to pay?”
“Believe, Liam,” Heaven told him with a smile. “Believe.”
He sighed, shaking his head slightly.
“It’s not left to you alone to make money and take care of us,” he muttered under his breath. “If we wait on this place, we’ll never get patients.”
Already, his little mind was racing calculating, planning, weighing which of his hidden skills could bring in money fast.
When they got home, Liam pretended to be asleep after they returned from his mothers hospital.
He even timed his breathing, slow and steady, the way he knew reassured her. When Heaven finally turned off the lights and closed the door softly behind her, his eyes opened in the dark.
Sleep didn’t come.
His thoughts kept circling the same problem, how to help his mama.
She needed professionals to fix the lights, the banner, the wiring, the things that made people trust a place. He was only seven. No one hired a seven-year-old. No matter how smart he was.
She only had him.And he was going to make her happy.By morning, his decision was already made.
He was going to surprise her.
And to do that, he would have to let go of the thing he loved most. He slipped out of bed quietly, bare feet padding across the floor to the small desk by the window. Dawn was just beginning to stretch across the sky, pale and uncertain. He powered on his laptop and entered a long string of characters from memory.
The screen shifted.
PAGEANTRY OF SWORDS appeared in bold, glittering letters.
The game wasn’t loud or chaotic. It didn’t need to be. It existed in a private corner of the digital world encrypted, controlled, built for minds that preferred strategy over noise.
Liam’s world.He logged in.
His username RegentZero lit up at the top of the screen.
Messages flooded in instantly.
Congoslicer: You’re online, finally.
Emeralddragon: New update coming?
Warlord: The council has been waiting. Where have you been?
Liam scanned the player list calmly.
He was ranked first.
Unchallenged. It was his game, after all.Second place sat silently as always: lwishtobecourageous
The player never chatted or joined their taunts or questioned anything. He only played the game perfectly but not enough to beat him.
Liam’s fingers hovered over the keys.
“I have an announcement to make,” he typed, precise and brief.
“But after the game.”
He created a room and initiated the play.
Then one by one, players began to join.
Their characters ready, swords drawn. Maps rendered. Strategies formed.
The match began.
Liam played flawlessly not rushing, not showing off. Every move was calculated, every strike deliberate. He dismantled opponents without cruelty, without wasted effort.
Within minutes, the final score flashed across the screen.
Victory,RegentZero
Applause emotes exploded across the interface.
Before anyone could speak, Liam opened the global channel.
“I’m putting Pageantry of Swords,up for sale” he typed.
Then chaos erupted.
Emeralddragon: What?
Warlord: That’s not funny.
Congoslicer: You can’t do that
“I can,” Liam replied calmly.
“And I am.”
His fingers moved to the admin console, layers deep, past security protocols he’d written himself.
FULL OWNERSHIP TRANSFER
PRIVATE SALE
He added one final message:
“Serious buyers only. Discretion required.”
Then, quietly, almost to himself, he whispered,
“Mama comes first.”
Outside the window, the sun rose fully over Ivory City. And somewhere not far away iwishtobecourageous typed.
“I will buy it”
Liam heard his mother’s footsteps padding toward his room. He slipped away from his laptop and ran back to his bed, pretending to just be waking up.
“Hey, baby. Did you sleep well?” Heaven asked as soon as the door opened. She crossed over and dropped a kiss on his head.
Liam stretched like he had just woken up.
“Yes, Mama. And you?” He eyed her up and down. “What are you dressed up for?” His eyes widened.
“Well,” she said lightly, “I’m going to town. You need a school, so I’ll look for the best one. I’ll go to work from there.”
“Mama,” Liam said seriously, “you said you don’t have money. How do you want to pay school fees in town? Besides, unless it’s a higher class, I don’t want to attend class with… dumb kids.” He grimaced.
She chuckled, lifting him and settling him onto her lap.
“I don’t have money to pay professionals to fix the hospital. That doesn’t mean I don’t have money for your school.”
She tapped his nose gently.
“You’ll go to a class your age. Go teach them not to be dumb, and let them teach you how to be seven years old.”
Heaven knew her son was too smart,far too smart. When she studied medical books while he was still weaning, she carried him to the library. He had always read far beyond his age, and understood it.
But she didn’t want him worrying about things he shouldn’t. He was a child still.
She pulled him into a hug.
“I made breakfast. I’ll leave you alone today. It won’t always be like this. Don’t open the door for strangers, okay?”
“Okay, Mama. Have a nice day.”
“I love you so much”
“I love you too mama.”
She hugged him one last time and left.
The moment the door closed, Liam padded back to his laptop.