Ivy sat in the living room, cradling Desmond in one arm, and a cup of coffee in another. Having Marco around had been too unbearable and so Lucas had taken him to detective Jones.She took a sip of the heated liquid in her little mug and inhaled as she felt the warmness of her drink slide pleasurably down her throat. Whenever Ivy drank coffee, she always felt calm, like she had just been relieved of a huge stress and that was part of the reason she loved it and could never give it up.She noticed that Desmond had already dozed off so she laid him gently on the couch and placed a light kiss on his forehead."Now, for me to get myself a snack." She always tried to keep herself from eating anything in front of Desmond because he would start crying and throwing a fit over it… even though he couldn't eat it yet.She had barely made it to the kitchen when she heard a loud thud against the door. "Who's there?" There was no reply, instead she heard the sound again. It was too loud to be a k
"Why have you chosen to abandon me?""Abandon you? Now where are you getting such ideas?""You have been avoiding my calls. This is not what I discussed with you Festus.""And just what did we discuss? Remind me Blanche, what did we discuss because I don't seem to remember. From what I can recall, you came begging for my help because you didn't want to go to prison, and I gave you just that. So what more are you expecting from me?""That is not fair. Besides, you didn't even do anything, my daughter convinced her imbecile husband not to press charges.""Well if you feel that I haven't done anything for you, you're more than welcome to leave. At least, I didn't actually take your soul when you decided to join me.""Festus, that's not what I'm saying. I don't know what is going on, and you're not telling me anything. You have to keep me updated so at least I know where I stand.""You stand where I tell you to stand. Is that clear?! Now don't bother me again, if I need your services, the
"It's not a hundred percent certain but… I have a plan.""We're listening.""Okay. It's not entirely certain but, there's a fair chance someone in your family is responsible for the kidnapping of your son." He didn't look at her but it was obvious that he was referring to Ivy."So what do we do?" Ivy asked, looking at Lucas."Lucas, you and Ivy are going to announce to the family that you have a meeting. But, Ivy, you won't attend.""Why not?""Lucas is going to tell your family that you're in a coma. That when those goons took your child, they attacked Ivy and she lost too much blood.""Okay but, aren't they going to ask to see me?""I can take care of that." Lucas added. "I can easily just talk to doctor Julie and get her to help us." Doctor Julie had become like their family. Her hospital was already their family hospital, and she was always supportive."Okay, that's good. So once we do that, we might be able to tell if either of them are responsible.""Wait, why do you think one o
Detective Jones saw his opponent draw a weapon but he was too focused on the little lady in front of him to do anything about it. He felt the bullet pierce through his stomach and he clutched the wound, trying to minimize the bleeding. It wasn't the first time he would be getting shot but somehow, the pain was different this time around, probably the brand of the pistol was a high one. Slowly, his legs gave in and it was suddenly impossible for him to stand. He went down on his knees as he felt his blood wetting his shirt and down to his pants. He was losing blood… and he was losing too much of it. From the corner or his eyes, he noticed his attackers running off, probably to prevent people from seeing them and the young lady ran towards him.He tried to lay down gently, to prevent himself from hitting his head on the hard ground or else that could cause another crucial injury. Before he lost the strength to stay awake, he noticed her making a call. Hopefully, if the ambulance arr
Detective Jones saw his opponent draw a weapon but he was too focused on the little lady in front of him to do anything about it. He felt the bullet pierce through his stomach and he clutched the wound, trying to minimize the bleeding. It wasn't the first time he would be getting shot but somehow, the pain was different this time around, probably the brand of the pistol was a high one. Slowly, his legs gave in and it was suddenly impossible for him to stand. He went down on his knees as he felt his blood wetting his shirt and down to his pants. He was losing blood… and he was losing too much of it. From the corner or his eyes, he noticed his attackers running off, probably to prevent people from seeing them and the young lady ran towards him.He tried to lay down gently, to prevent himself from hitting his head on the hard ground or else that could cause another crucial injury. Before he lost the strength to stay awake, he noticed her making a call. Hopefully, if the ambulance arr
Detective Jones saw his opponent draw a weapon but he was too focused on the little lady in front of him to do anything about it. He felt the bullet pierce through his stomach and he clutched the wound, trying to minimize the bleeding. It wasn't the first time he would be getting shot but somehow, the pain was different this time around, probably the brand of the pistol was a high one. Slowly, his legs gave in and it was suddenly impossible for him to stand. He went down on his knees as he felt his blood wetting his shirt and down to his pants. He was losing blood… and he was losing too much of it. From the corner or his eyes, he noticed his attackers running off, probably to prevent people from seeing them and the young lady ran towards him.He tried to lay down gently, to prevent himself from hitting his head on the hard ground or else that could cause another crucial injury. Before he lost the strength to stay awake, he noticed her making a call. Hopefully, if the ambulance arr
Detective Jones saw his opponent draw a weapon but he was too focused on the little lady in front of him to do anything about it. He felt the bullet pierce through his stomach and he clutched the wound, trying to minimize the bleeding. It wasn't the first time he would be getting shot but somehow, the pain was different this time around, probably the brand of the pistol was a high one. Slowly, his legs gave in and it was suddenly impossible for him to stand. He went down on his knees as he felt his blood wetting his shirt and down to his pants. He was losing blood… and he was losing too much of it. From the corner or his eyes, he noticed his attackers running off, probably to prevent people from seeing them and the young lady ran towards him.He tried to lay down gently, to prevent himself from hitting his head on the hard ground or else that could cause another crucial injury. Before he lost the strength to stay awake, he noticed her making a call. Hopefully, if the ambulance arr
"Okay, I don't want to cause any rift between you two but–""It's okay Mike. You can say it.""Okay. First of all, Lucas, Ivy's mother didn't kill your parents. Grover did.""What?" He had spent his whole life believing a lie. Ever since he found out that Grover was an evil person, he suspected that some or most of what he told him was a lie, he just never thought this was one of it."While they didn't kill them directly, your mother was kind of involved indirectly." He continued."What Grover told me was that he was working with Festus, and that both of them planned to kill your parents, but Ivy's mother found out. She threatened to call the cops on them and both culprits decided to bribe her with the house and a company.""Wait so… the house we grew up in, and the company they owned… does it all belong to Lucas?""I'm afraid so.""Oh my goodness. So uh, why did she adopt him then?""She didn't want to, Grover asked her to. There was a ten million dollar payment for whoever took the