Drake followed the nurse and together with the members of the Simmons family, they were led into a private room within the hospital.Mr Simmons, a tall man with a stern expression stepped forward. “Mr. Sullivan, I presume,” he said, his voice cold and formal.“Yes,” Drake replied, his mind already processing a thousand thoughts over the reason they had sent for him.“Well, I'm Mr. Simmons and this is my wife, Mrs. Simmons,” the man continued, touching his wife who was still in deep grief. “Our son, our only child was involved in the accident with your wife and unfortunately, he didn't make it.”Drake's eyes widened in shock. He had no idea that the other victim was the only child of Mr and Mrs Simmons and he wasn't even aware that the other victim had died from the crash.“I…I… didn't know,” he stammered. “I'm sorry for your loss,” he added, understanding the pain they were feeling for having lost their child.Mrs. Simmons, with grief in her eyes, glared at him. “Sorry won't bring bac

As the Simmons family and their lawyer left the hospital, Drake stood where he was speechless, clutching the legal papers in his hands. His mind was a whirlwind of confusion and dread.Coming out of the hospital, he hailed the first cab that passed by, heading straight to the house of his in-laws. At that point, they were the only people he could think of that could help him out. After few minutes on the road, the cab pulled up in front of the Wilmont's residential building. Drake could hear his heart pound as he made his way to the door. After what happened between him and Mrs. Wiimont with the police officers the day before, he couldn't help but fear how she might react when she sees him.He just hoped she would, for the sake of Summer who was being dragged by the Simmons family, not bring up what had happened between the two of them.Taking a deep breath, Drake knocked on the door gently. “Who's there?” He heard Rachel ask from inside.He noticed the door wasn't locked and witho

A feeling of helplessness washed over Drake as he stepped out of the Wilmont's apartment. He just couldn't believe what had transpired between them inside a while ago. Everything that happened, at first of all appeared like a dream, but now outside, it became clear that they meant every word that they had said to him.Fletcher, referring to him as a burden and Rachel, telling him to bear the cross alone, had really come as a blow to him."This is your mess, so why should we help you?" Rachel's voice replayed in his head. "Bear your own cross," she had spat angrily at him.But what else could he have done as a man and a husband.. He had even gone as far as pleading with them to just make out time and have a word with Simmons family since they've been doing business together for years. He thought if they could talk, they could iron out a few things and come to an understanding without having to involve the police or the court.But all Mr. Willmont could say was that they had been lookin

On his way out, Drake's uncertainty was palpable. The idea of returning to Woodruff to meet with Hitler Ivanov and to explain the mix-up crossed his mind, but he quickly discarded it as the thought of facing their notorious wrath and the potential torture they may likely subject him to crossed his mind.Desperation, however, drove him to consider another option: pleading with the Simmons family directly. He hoped that by appealing to their humanity, he might find a way out of his dire situation.With Mr and Mrs Wilmont's refusal to help him in speaking with the Simmons' family, it was now left for him to try out his luck. Who knows, they may eventually decide to listen to him and drop the law suit against him and his wife.He flagged down the first taxi that passed by and gave the driver the address of the Simmons’ estate. The journey to the Simmons' estate, which wasn't very long seemed like an interminable one for Drake as he tried to permutate the several possible outcomes that w

"Mr. Sullivan, you're under arrest," one of the police officers said, pulling out a pair of handcuffs. "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law." Drake struggled as they cuffed his wrists, but it was no use. "Please," he cried out, looking back at the Simmons family one last time. "I didn't mean for any of this to happen. I'm so sorry."Mr. Simmons’s eyes were cold and unyielding. "Take him away," he ordered the officers.As the police officers led Drake out of the house, he felt a crushing sense of despair. He had come seeking mercy, but all he had found was relentless vengeance. "Please, you have to believe me, I didn't do anything wrong." Drake pleaded.One of the police officers opened the car door, pulling Drake forcefully. "Go in," he commanded.Drake resisted, trying to pull away but the officers were relentless. Ignoring his pleas, they shove him into the back seat of the car and the next thing Drake heard, was