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Cedric Killian Hunter was dying. And even

though whatever the doctors told him he knew that his time had come and there

was no point in stopping the inevitable. He did not even want to do that in the

first place.

Cedric Hunter had been a man of his own

name and caliber and he had certainly made his own place in the world and in

the society with his skills and charms. The country which had consigned him as

an outcaste and a bastard had been forced to give him the place and the title

that he actually deserved. He had done a lot in his life too claim what was his

and it had definitely not been very convenient either. But what was handed down

easily to the future generations, they never came to understand it’s true value

ever.

He had no regrets in his life, except maybe

one. Cedric Hunter was a name which was known and revered in every field that

he had touched and stepped foot in. Except family.

There he had been an utter and complete

failure. He could never been a proper husband, or a proper father to any of the

children he had sired. And the number was no little at all. Most men would

shudder to think of the seven children that he had sired. Four of them were

bastards, out of wedlock and all of them were his sons along with another

daughter of his who never came to knew him. While the two daughters that he had

were born of the result of his one marriage which he had made in order to seal

the deal as the country’s most revered politician. He never desired to be the

Prime Minister or anything close to it. But name, he had been able to

relinquish his father’s name and his family’s name no doubt.

He had never even thought about caring for

any of his sons or daughters till he had his first attack. And now that he was

bed ridden he knew that he was going to die alone. And no one was going to be

by his bedside, probably his butler and only two friends who were also his

secretary and his lawyer. All of his children were accomplished in what they

had done. There had been no help and no support from any one at all but still

they had been true children to their own father and he was proud of them. But

he could not meet them and tell it to them any longer.

He had made one grave mistake all his life.

Never understood the value of family and never ever gave them any importance at

all. The ones he had and the ones he could not have all of them. And that was

his biggest regret of all. He had seen them from afar and seen them walking in

the exact same steps that he had walked. It was strange how the blood ties are

never really gone even though you grow up in different families and different

countries altogether.

But not any longer. Even if they did not

accept that he was their father, that did not change the fact and he was going

to do his part to bring them to the right path and understand the value of love

and family before it was too late.