The first thing Silas did after waking up was check the time.
*10:39 AM*
"Looks like we still have more than enough time before heading to Venezuela," he murmured to himself.
He got up, stretched, and headed to the bathroom to freshen up. The cool water on his face helped clear his mind, and soon after, he made his way downstairs, where the smell of breakfast lingered in the air.
Kim was already at the table, finishing her coffee, while Chris flipped through a newspaper, although Silas knew his dad wasn't really reading it.
After a quiet breakfast, the three of them went out to the garage. They climbed into one of the cars, with Chris taking the driver's seat, Silas beside him, and Kim in the back.
The drive was silent but filled with unspoken thoughts, each of them mentally preparing for the day's events and the journey ahead.
.....
Over an hour later, they pulled up to the hospital. Silas led the way through the hallways, weaving past the bustling nurses and doctors as they made their way to Alex's room.
As soon as they reached the door to Alex's ward, Kim couldn't hold herself back. She pushed the door open and rushed to his bedside, her eyes already brimming with tears. She knelt down beside him, gently taking his hand in both of hers.
She didn't say anything as she stood and day down on the bed, hugged him lightly, making sure not to cause him any pain and started caressing his hair softly.
"It's okay, Alex. Mom and Dad is here. Your Big Brother is here. You don't have to worry about anything."
Alex looked up, surprised at first, but then his expression softened as he saw Kim's tear-filled eyes and comforting smile. He managed a weak but genuine grin, and his hand squeezed hers gently.
"Mom... you're gonna make me cry, too," he whispered, his voice raspy but playful.
Kim chuckled through her tears, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. "Then I'll be right here to wipe them away, Alex."
Chris stepped closer to the bed, his gaze tender as he watched the two of them. His hand found Alex's shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "How're you feeling, champ?"
Chris pulled the car up to the curb, and Silas helped Alex into the back seat beside Kim. They'd packed light as Silas told them that everything they would be needing has already been taken care of.
The ride to the airport was quiet but comfortable, each of them lost in their own thoughts.
Silas glanced at his family, feeling a renewed sense of determination. His powers and resources might set him apart, but his family anchored him, giving him purpose.
This move to Venezuela was more than an escape—it was a chance for them to build a life where they could be safe and where he could start fulfilling his potential. It's time for him to build the empire he has been envisioning for himself.
At the airport, they made their directly to the jet bridge and boarded the Gulfstream. Silas had already told his father that he's the owner of the aircraft and this was why no question was asked when they saw the empty aircraft.
Inside the aircraft, Silas carried Alex who was already asleep to one of the rooms and lay him down on the bed.
Silas took a look at the calm, sleeping face of Alex and smiled.
"Don't worry, champ. Your brother will make sure that none of this ever happens again."
Silas left the room and went back to the cabin. He took his seat and looked out the window, with different thoughts in his head.
Chris leaned over to Silas, his tone soft but steady. "You've done well, son. Getting us out of this mess. I'm proud of you."
Silas met his father's gaze, appreciating the words more than he could say. "Thank you, Dad. I couldn't have done it without you all."
Chris nodded, reaching over to give his shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "Just remember, we're with you. Whatever happens next, we face it together."
Silas turn to look out the window as the plane took off, feeling the weight of responsibility but also the steady support of the family by his side.
He coldly looked at the disappearing view of USA and smiled.
'I will be back.'