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
Rose paced back and forth in the foyer of the house where she now found herself, her frustration evident in every step. Her plan, meticulously crafted over the years, was on the verge of unravelling. She clenched her fists, feeling the weight of impending failure pressed down on her chest. With a sudden surge of emotion, she let out a piercing scream that echoed through the halls.While she was still there in her troubled thoughts, Hillary Koeman walked in, almost startling. He was having a meeting with a couple of other important personalities when his secretary called to inform him that Rose Ferdinand was waiting to meet up with him."Mrs. Ferdinand, what's wrong? Why'd you scream like that? Did something bad happen again?” He asked, as he came to where she was standing. The fact that Rose had decided to suddenly show up without a prior notice was enough to send a message to him that something was wrong, and now hearing her scream, was enough to convince him that all was not well.
A warm smile spread across Drake's face as he stepped into the Sullivan's mansion, greeted by a sea of familiar faces. All the stewards, and loyal members of the Sullivan's empire were gathered together.The room was filled with balloons and streamers, and a large banner that read "Welcome Home Drake!" in bold letters. The household staff and members of the Sullivan family were all present, beaming with smiles.It was a "Welcome home!" surprise party which was organised by the household members and it really touched his heart. He felt loved and appreciated, his exhaustion from the hospital stay momentarily forgotten."Welcome home, sir Drake," they all greeted one after the other, some shaking hands with him, while others planting kisses on his cheeks."Thank you, so much," Drake replied them too, one after the other, a warm smile tugged at the corners of his lips."Looking for someone?" Grandfather Walter inquired, as he could see through Drake, his eyes moving from one end of the ro
Drake stepped into the office, feeling revitalized after a week of recuperation at home. Taking a two weeks break to him, was more than just waiting to get better before resuming work as the chairman of the Sullivan's group. It also gave him time to be with his wife and daughter whom he had been away from for quite a long time.Michelle had finally be enrolled in one of the most expensive schools in the city, but things haven't been going on well with her. Her classmates wouldn't cease to laugh at her calling her a cripple and a disabled girl."Don't worry about them, baby," Drake would always tell her. "I'm very sure that one day you'll walk again,"Drake really wanted Michelle to walk again, but the hospitals around were not seeing it's possibilities. He had even taken her for several X-ray scans just to know the extent to which the accident had affected her legs, and each time, the doctors would call him to a separate corner and tell him that they weren't seeing the possibility of