In the city jail, Kale Justinbaste, whose real identity was Zack White, was forcefully escorted by two stern-looking guards. His expression betrayed a mix of anger and betrayal."Let go of me, you filthy rats!" he spat, gritting his teeth.The guards shoved Zack forward, disregarding his protests. As they reached the entrance, Zack scanned the gloomy surroundings, his anger intensifying."Damn it. How did it come to this?" he muttered to himself, disbelief clouding his thoughts.Inside, the atmosphere was tense, filled with the sounds of clinking chains and distant shouts. Zack's unease grew as he was led through dimly lit corridors, his instincts warning him that something was very wrong."Move it, scum!" barked one of the jail guards.Zack stumbled forward, his anger boiling over. Whirling around to confront the guards, he asserted, "You have no right to treat me like this! I demand to speak to someone in charge!"The guards exchanged a knowing glance, a hint of amusement dancing in

Drake Chwe smiled widely as he stretched his arms, letting the warm sun hit his face, feeling refreshed after another peaceful morning. “Let me check on my morning vitamin first,” he hummed, opening the jail’s website to check on Zack White. Checking the state of his prisoner before beginning his day had become part of his morning routine, providing him with ease and security.“Okay, good, he’s all battered up as usual,” he said with satisfaction, observing Zack's bad state. “How does it feel to be in a living hell?” he snorted.“Who are you talking to?” Aunt Ling asked as she entered Drake’s room, now serving as his maid instead of Eleanor’s.“No one,” Drake said, placing down his phone and accepting the warm water Aunt Ling brought him. “So, did Eleanor agree?” he asked.“What do you expect?” Aunt Ling sighed.“It's been years. She still hates you?” he remarked.“Sadly, yes,” Aunt Ling sighed again.“What did you do for her to hate you like that?” he inquired, a question he had ask

Drake seethed with self-directed anger, more furious at himself than at the revelation of Eleanor and Lucille talking behind his back. He scrolled through Eleanor's phone, his hands trembling as it revealed Lucille living a seemingly content life without him."What did I do wrong?" he mused aloud, his voice laced with frustration."Why ask me? You must have done something more than just a simple misunderstanding," Eleanor retorted, snatching the phone from his grasp. "So, what are you going to do?""What else?" Drake responded, his tone exasperated. He surveyed his room, cluttered with games, action figures, Legos, and toys—his refuge during the three years of solitude. Not a day passed without worry and longing for Lucille, and it was his games that provided solace amidst the frustration and hopelessness of her absence. Doubt crept in again as he questioned his ability to find her, wondering if she was deliberately evading him because she loathed him."I have to find her," he muttere

Inside Lucille's house, the dimly lit corridors exuded an eerie aura as Zack White prowled through them, his presence ominous and foreboding. His eyes gleamed with a dark resolve as he approached Lucille's study, his heart pulsing with venomous intent."Finally... the moment I've been waiting for," he whispered to himself. He tried to be as quiet as possible so that no one could detect him."I'll kill you once I'm done with my task," he murmured, his voice low and menacing. Despite the vigilant guards stationed at every corner of Lucille's house, Zack's movements remained undetected. He used a system device to camouflage himself through the guards.Peering into the study, he observed Lucille seated at her desk, completely absorbed in her work, unaware of his presence. Zack's lips curled into a sneer as he watched her, memories of past torment flooding his mind."You thought you could hide from me, Lucille. But I always find my prey," he hissed, his voice dripping with malice. "How dar

Thanks to Merlyn, Drake finally learned where Lucille had been taken. He instructed Merlyn to locate her using his device, unaware that she would succumb to a heart attack afterward, much like the way he deceived and threatened Natasha into her demise."Code blue! Code blue! Room 203!" a nurse frantically announced.Medical staff rushed to Merlyn Spenser's side, the monitor next to her bed blaring with the alarming sound of a code blue. Doctors and nurses swarmed into the room, their faces etched with urgency as they converged around Merlyn's bed. The room was filled with the sound of rapid footsteps and the clatter of medical equipment."Goodbye, Merlyn. Thank you for your help," Drake coldly muttered as he casually walked out of the ICU, a strange sense of satisfaction washing over him."Why Canman, though?" he wondered, glancing at the address Merlyn had provided. "This doesn't sound good."He immediately hopped into his car and drove to Canman, Zack White’s hometown. Arriving the