“This isn't good,” Rose's forehead creased slightly conveying a sense of unease, as she spoke on the phone with Hillary Koeman who otherwise was known as Mr. Anonymous, the fourth member of the IRIS.Killing Barrister Clark wasn't part of the plan from the beginning, but seeing that Drake wasn't ready to agree to her land proposal deal, it was the best available option.Moreover, Barrister Clark was about revealing the secret of IRIS to Drake, and they didn't want that. They wanted to keep Drake in the dark until they've achieved their plans, and then they would allow him to know the truth, so he could take the battle personal with his grandfather.With Barrister Clark already out of the picture, she was almost certain that there was no way the Sullivan's would win the case against the Simmons, and if that should happen, the Sullivan's would become vulnerable. Other standing cases against them would resurface and the empire would become weak. They would want to go into partnerships to

The night sky was a deep, foreboding shade of indigo, with clouds that seemed to swirl and twist like living shadows. The air was heavy with an unsettling stillness, as if the very wind itself was holding its breath in anticipation of something.Summer was with Michelle in her room. She had fully recovered and had resumed her motherly duties towards Michelle, although, she was harbouring an unspoken resentment towards Drake, who hadn't come to see her since she returned from the hospital.Lucy had returned home already. She was already thinking of quitting her job since Summer had now returned to take care of Michelle, but Michelle wasn't ready to let her go yet.She was insisting for Lucy to still remain as her nanny as she has grown very much attached to her in the absence of her mother. Lucy decided to stay back not just because she had grown attached to Michelle on her own part, but because, she felt it would be easier to protect Michelle from Viking and his men, after what happe

Rachel's eyes blazed with anger as she confronted Summer in the living room, her fists clenched at her sides. "How could you defend him like that?" she demanded, her words tumbling out in a rush. "Right in front of the police officers, you stood up for him. Why? Don't you know what he's capable of?"Summer looked taken aback by her mother's intensity, but she stood her ground, her expression calm and serene. "I didn't defend him because I think he's innocent of everything," she said slowly, choosing her words carefully. "I defended him because I know he couldn't have made an attempt on father's life. There's no reason for it, mom. No motive, no gain. It just doesn't add up."Rachel's expression turned skeptical, her eyebrows shooting up in disbelief. "No reason? Are you kidding me? Have you bothered to ask yourself why he hasn't visited you since you were discharged from the hospital?""I don't know, but if there's one thing I do know, it's the fact that Drake can never be a killer. N

Summer took a deep breath, steeling herself for the phone call she was about to make. Even if she had defended Drake, she was still angry at him. It's been long since she was discharged from the hospital, but there had not been any of sign of Drake, not even a call from him.She had long been expecting his calls, but since it wasn't coming from him, she decided to call him instead, ready to express her anger towards him, for being so irresponsible that he would stay away for so long without checking up on his wife and his daughter.As she dialed Drake's number, a surge of irritation coursed through her veins. She waited patiently as the call connected, as Drake's voice broke through the receiver."Hello, who am I speaking with?" Drake asked, not recognising the caller as Summer, since she had called with a different number."It's your wife, Summer,"Drake almost lost his grip on the phone, as the name "Summer," echoed in his ears repeatedly.For the first few seconds, he didn't know w

Fletcher and Rachel rushed out of the house, their hearts racing with fear, upon hearing the gunshot. They thought the worst had happened to Summer. But, instead, they were met with a harsh reality. Drake lay in a pool of his own blood, his body limp on the ground just outside the front door.They turned to face each other, confusion written all over their faces. Rachel lacked the words to utter as she saw Drake whom she had spoken to a few minutes back, lying on the ground. Summer's cries filled the air as she begged her parents to call an ambulance immediately. "Please, Mom! Dad! We have to save him!" she pleaded, her voice trembling with desperation. She fell to her knees beside Drake, cradling his head in her lap."Hey, Drake.., please don't die," she called out to him. Drake was still breathing, but it was becoming slower, and it was already getting her scared. She couldn't bear the thought of losing Drake, no matter how mad she was at him. As a matter of fact, she wanted her f