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
Lucy's arrival home the following morning was met with a wave of concern and relief from Rose. She had not intended to spend the night at the Morgan's estate, but the hospitality she had received was too much that she didn't keep track of the time.By the time she was already to go back home, it was already too late, and Jacob had to plead for her to stay till the following morning. She tried reaching out to Rose to inform her that she wouldn't be coming home, but for some reasons, she just couldn't get through to her.She was taken to the most beautiful room in the mansion, and was treated like the heiress that she had always dreamt of becoming. There were stewards who came to attend to all of her needs, making her feel so much at home, that she wished she could just continue living that way.Immediately she arrived at home that morning, Rose's motherly instincts kicked in immediately, her voice filled with genuine worry as she bombarded Lucy with questions about her whereabouts."Wh
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
Drake pulled up in front of the Willmont's house, a sense of trepidation settling in his stomach. He wasn't sure how Summer would react when she gets to see him, but one thing was certain, and that was the fact that Summer was angry with him, and he totally deserved it.As for the Willmonts, he knew that his relationship with them had always been strained, and he was looking forward to facing their disapproval once again.As he stepped out of the car, hitting the door bell, Rachel emerged from the front door, her arms crossed and a scowl on her face. "Well, well, well. Look what we have here," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You still have the nerves to show yourself here after trying to kill my husband?"Drake's brow furrowed as Rachel's accusatory words hit him hard. He had no idea what she meant by accusing him of trying to kill her husband, Fletcher Willmont."What do you mean?" He asked."Save me the pretence, Drake. We both know it was you who made an attempt on my h
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
Drake lay in the bed, his eyes closed, his face pale but peaceful. Summer's heart swelled with love and relief as she approached him, taking his hand in hers. She sat down beside him, waiting for him to wake up, her eyes fixed on his face.After a couple of minutes, agent Conner and grandfather Walter arrived at the hospital, a worried look on their faces."Where is he?" Grandfather Walter demanded from one of the nurses."Who, sir?" The nurse asked, surprised, as she had no idea that it was Walter Sullivan himself, the Grand Patriarch of the Sullivan empire that she was speaking with."My grandson, Drake Sullivan," Grandfather Walter's voice rose angrily.The doctor came out of his office to see what was going on, and quickly intervened."Good evening sir," he greeted. "Please pardon my nurse. She's new here,"Grandfather Walter's anger subsided a bit after the doctor mentioned that the nurse whom they had approached to ask about Drake's wellbeing was new. It appeared so awkward to h
Drake's voice dropped to a whisper. "I was particularly angry towards my grandfather because I felt he did nothing when my parents died.""Did nothing? What do you mean by that?" Summer continued to probe."You see, my grandfather has a lot of enemies and in an attempt to get to him, my parents had to pay with their own lives. I was angry, and so, I had to cut ties with him." Drake explained.Summer's eyes were both a mix of confusion and trepidation. The thought of Drake's grandfather having a lot of enemies as revealed by Drake himself, was already sending shivers down her spine. She didn't know if she should still go ahead with what she was thinking, regarding moving in with Michelle to start living with Drake.Then again, the fact that Drake had to return to be with his grandfather, despite his reservations towards him, also gave him a reason to be concerned."But why did you return to take over your grandfather's businesses when you're fully aware that he has a lot of enemies? Wh
Summer opened the front door, returning to the house after spending the entire day with Drake in the hospital. She was looking so exhausted and was looking forward to a brief moment of resting before she takes Michelle with her to discharge Drake from the hospital alongside grandfather Walter.But just as expected, she was met with the sight of her parents, Fletcher and Rachel, sitting in the living room. They exchanged forced smiles, pretending to be concerned."Hey, sweetie! How's Drake doing now?" Rachel asked, feigning care and sweetness.Summer's instincts prickled, sensing the pretence in her mother's facade. She knew Rachel wasn't asking out of concern, as it was very much obvious, given the way she had always loathed Drake right from the very first day she set her eyes on him."Drake's doing well, by the way. He'll be discharged later today," she said, her tone neutral.Fletcher leaned forward, feigning interest. "That's great, dear. We were worried sick about him. Even Michel