As Jeremy stormed out of the inn, his face a mask of fury, a figure on the rooftop of the resort quickly slipped into the shadows, his presence unnoticed by the enraged Jeremy. For a moment, the spy's heart had leaped into his throat, his pulse quickening as he feared that he had been spotted. But as Jeremy's gaze passed over him without pausing, the spy let out a silent sigh of relief, the danger having passed.He watched as Jeremy walked to the parking lot, his posture tense, his hands clenched into fists. Whatever had transpired in that meeting had stirred a deep and potent rage in Jeremy, and the spy knew that such emotions could lead to dangerous and unexpected consequences if he caught him.With a careful glance around the rooftop, ensuring that no prying eyes were upon him, the spy stashed his camera into his bag, pulled a face cap low over his eyes, and walked away, he walked as fast as he could to avoid being caught.The moment he got to the car, he took a deep breath, broug
Having reached the limit of her patience with Edith's incessant calls and demands, Avery decided it was time to put an end to it. The moment Jeremy left to meet with Mr. Blue Nathaniel, she sent a text to Edith, her words blunt and to the point."We will be meeting at 2 pm today in a hospital of your choice to conduct the DNA test," Avery wrote. "After the test, you will be given the money you requested to start a new life, far away with your son."Edith's heart raced with excitement as she read Avery's text, a smile spreading across her face as she realized that their scheme was finally bearing fruit. Eager to share the good news, she quickly rushed to Mr. Cowan, her hands trembling with anticipation."She agreed," Edith exclaimed, a hint of triumph in her voice. "She's even willing to pay a huge sum to ensure our silence."Mr. Cowan's face lit up at the news, but as he took the phone from Edith's hands and read the message for himself, his expression darkened."But there's a condit
In the wake of Avery's pronouncement, the room was silent, the only sound the quiet rustling of clothes as Dr. Rashey shifted nervously in his seat.Edith, sensing the unease that had settled upon the doctor, spoke up, her voice steady and reassuring. "Dr. Rashey is going to conduct the DNA test for us, Mrs. Avery," she said, her words measured and careful.Avery nodded, her gaze fixed on Dr. Rashey, her eyes narrowed with suspicion. "Very good," she said, her voice cool and confident.The silence that followed was heavy with anticipation, each second seeming to stretch into an eternity. And then, Dr. Rashey cleared his throat, the sound breaking the silence like a thunderclap."Shall we proceed?" he asked, his voice betraying a hint of nervousness.Avery nodded, her eyes never leaving his face. "By all means," she said, her voice calm and even.And so, the test began, Dr. Rashey working with the efficiency of a surgeon, his hands precise and steady as he collected the samples. He tri
Edith's gaze swept over Avery and Dr Rashey, the gun in her hand steady and unyielding. "Now bring out your phone and do as I've commanded," she said, the threat implicit in her words as she trained the gun on them. Dr Rashey, his voice trembling with fear, dared to speak up. "Why am I being held hostage with Mrs Avery?" he asked, his eyes darting nervously between the two women. Edith's expression hardened, her eyes flashing with fury. "Keep your mouth shut, you fool," she hissed, her words sharp as daggers. "I saw your weakness when you laid eyes on her. You would have betrayed us in a heartbeat if I hadn't planned for this." Avery's gaze remained steady, her expression confident despite the situation. "You are not the only one with a backup plan," she said, her voice cool and even. "How can you be certain that you will leave here alive if anything happens to me? I am not so foolish as to have come here without my alternative plan." Edith's brow arched as she listened to Ave
Everyone stood in stunned silence, their eyes wide with disbelief as Edith's words reverberated through the room. Even Mr Cowan, shocked by his granddaughter's callousness, could not conceal the horror on his face."I think you are insane and need medical help," Dr Rashey said, his voice shaking as he tried to comprehend the depths of Edith's madness.Edith's eyes were wild, her lips pulled back in a cruel smirk. "Call me whatever you want," she said, her voice dripping with malice. "But know this - I am the only one who truly understands what it means to fight for survival. You are all just pawns, waiting for someone to tell you what to do. And I am the one who will make the rules." Mr Cowan's trembling voice spoke. "Edith, this is madness," he said. "This isn't part of the plan."Edith's face was twisted with rage, her eyes blazing as she turned to face her grandfather."Shut up, old fool," she snarled, her gun still trained on the hostages. "Join them now or I'll start with you."
As Jeremy drove pass the familiar streets leading to the hospital where his mother had been admitted years ago, his anger simmered just below the surface. The memories of that fateful day when he had raced through these very streets in search of help to save his mother's life flooded his mind, stoking the flames of his rage.The road stretched out before him, a silent reminder of the pain and loss he had endured. His jaw clenched tightly, his hands gripping the steering wheel with so much intensity.The hospital came into view, its familiar buildings standing as a silent witness to the events that had unfolded within its walls. Jeremy's knuckles turned whiter, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps as he struggled to contain his anger.As he parked his car, he couldn't help but think of the irony of it all. Here he was, once again returning to this place that had held so much sorrow for him. The memory was still so clear in his mind, and it made him even angrier, his heart aching w
Jeremy let out a low growl, the name triggering a surge of hatred within him. Ramson Rodriguez. The name of the man who had let his mother die.Jeremy's mind was racing, his thoughts consumed by a single, burning question: why had Ramson Rodriguez let his mother die? What was he hiding? And most importantly, how was he going to make the man pay for his sins? Because there was no way he wouldn't make him pay for it.Dr. Wilford's voice trembled with fear as he pleaded, "Please, sir...that's all I know. I was ordered to stop the treatment."Shut your mouth!" Jeremy thundered, his voice reverberating through the hospital corridor. "When I'm done with you, I'll let you know. For now, you will tell me everything you know about what happened to my mother. I remember how merciless you were when I couldn't provide the hospital bills. You never considered I was just a young boy trying to save my mother's life. You're not innocent in this."Dr. Wilford's face fell, his shoulders slumping in def
As Jeremy drove towards the hospital where his father was being treated, his heart pounded in his chest, every beat a reminder of the enormity of the situation. The revelation that his father had been innocent of any wrongdoing in his mother's death was both a relief and a source of profound sadness. For so many years, he had carried the weight of his anger and resentment, believing that his father had abandoned his mother when she needed him the most. But now, he realized that he had been wrong, that his father had been a victim of a cruel and heartless conspiracy. The weight of his realization hung heavy on Jeremy's shoulders as he navigated the city streets, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. His mind whirled with thoughts of what he would do when he faced Dr. Rodriguez, how he would make the man pay for his crimes. But first, he needed to see his father. As he pulled into the hospital parking lot, his heart was in his throat, his hands gripping the steering wheel with white-knuck