The wedding day of Raymond was an emotional day for both Conrad and Sebastian. Since the timing of release of Sebastian and the wedding as clashing, Conrad had decided to go alone. He had informed about his visit plans to David earlier and had told that he will just be a mock spectator.

Standing on the rooftop of the house he was watching the whole wedding. How handsome his son was looking, how beautiful his bride was and how eyes were shining upon seeing her. 

A breath of relief escaped from his lips.

He had a rough life but in no way he was going to allow anyone to even lace a pin in the path of his son. Given that Dr. Nelson had already cooperated with them by giving Raymond the needed medicines, there was sense of relief in his heart, but he was still sceptical till the wedding finished successfully. 

And his fears came true when he saw Vikram entering along with his gun.

It was not an ominous sign. He knew that he was after Akira but didn't know that his love would convert into this kind of rage.

He immediately rushed downstairs and ran towards the stage. If needed he was ready to take the bullet, but he was not going to let even a scar on the skin of his son. As soon as he approached close and heard those poisonous words from the mouth of Vikram, his heart just collapsed.

"After all these years!"

"After all these attempts!"

"No, this can't be happening. Raymond can't know!"

He was on the verge of chocking on his own blood. He was ready to tear that man into pieces with his bare hands but before he could reach there, Dr. Nelson had already hit Vikram down. 

A sigh of relief spread on his face, and he immediately hid himself behind the same tree were Dr. Nelson was hiding earlier.

Standing there he saw that Vikram was unconscious but upon hearing that an ambulance was called and seeing the way Dr, Nelson started tending to that man's wound, Conrad's worries came floating back in. He had to something for once and for all.

But before he could think anything further, he received a face-time call from Sebastian, and he realized that his brother was out and wanted to have a glimpse of the wedding. So he disconnected and texted him back about what had happened.

Sebastian silently heard everything and muttered just one sentence.

"How the hell he knows about it?"

"I have no clue!" replied Conrad and stayed silent and so did Sebastian for a moment, but in the next he said,

"Bring the gun. It must be somewhere."

"I think David has already wiped it up and has taken care of it. They are trying to avoid creating a scene," said Conrad and pinched the space between his brows.

"Beg, borrow, steal. Do whatever is needed Conrad. If that rat bastard survives, he will surely attempt to spill it out again."

"I will get it Sebastian," replied Conrad and tried to look at the scene carefully, following what David's men were attempting to do.

"Also follow which hospital they are taking Vikram to. His assistant must be around somewhere. He constantly hovers around him and might transfer somewhere else. So follow the ambulance."

"I am on it!" replied Conrad and walked towards the pantry area where one of the men had kept the gun. He swiftly tucked it inside his fleece jacket and walked towards the patio area and turned his car into the ignition. Even though he was old and frail, his hands didn't even tremble once.

And things exactly happened the way he had predicted. Midway when they were just two-three miles away from the province hospital he heard another blaring noise. It was another ambulance and seeing the Hospital name he realized it was New York City hospital. 

From inside the ambulance he saw a man coming out holding the stretcher with others and that was none other than Peter.

"Jesus Christ!" muttered Conrad and slowed his pace and after a couple of minutes he saw the other ambulance speeding away, overtaking him. And in the next second his legs pressed hard on the gas till they reach the City Heart hospital.

Before reaching there, he already updated Sebastian about the route and location, and he was about to reach there in five to ten minutes. But instead of waiting for his brother he went inside. And while walking towards the ward section, he quickly sneaked a janitor's cloth and a face mask and flicked an ID card from a nurse.

He himself wasn't sure from where he was getting all these ideas and the courage. Probably the blind love for the well-being of his son was making him do everything which he wouldn't have dared to do even when he was high.

As he reached the ward where the doctor was attending to his wounds, he pulled out a handkerchief and acted as if he was wiping the dirt from the glass door panes, and he overheard the doctor talking to Peter.

"Don't worry. Just a couple of stitches and he will be fine. We will take an MRI scan just in case there is an internal bleeding."

"How are you sure he is OK?" retorted Peter.

"He is already up and his vitals look good," said the doctor and smiled at Peter, trying to give him a comforting smile. It was then that Peter looked down and saw that actually Vikram was up, although he was still wincing a bit and hadn't opened his eyes.

He had a breath of relief.

"Wait here for just a few minutes. Stitches will be done in no time," and then turning towards the nurses the doctor instructed them something and left the room. The nurses also left afterwards after filling information in the chart to get the stuff needed for attending to his wounds.

Standing alone in the room Peter muttered,

"Why did you have to pull that stunt in front of so many people? I told you I will take care of it."

Saying that he looked at his watch and then at the door.