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
"Don't leave me, father," Jeremy whispered, his voice thick with emotion as he gripped the hand of the unconscious man. The fear of losing another parent, of being left alone in the world, swirled within him, threatening to consume him entirely. The memory of holding his mother's hand in that same way on the day she died, pleading for her to stay with him, was still raw and painful. The pain of that loss was like a gaping wound in his heart, one that had never fully healed. Just as Jeremy was lost in his thoughts, a sharp knock on the door broke the silence. Jeremy quickly looked to see if it was an elderly man, he was ready to bounce on him not caring if he was Rodriquez since he was told Rodriguez was his dad personal doctor. But as the door swung open and a young man in his early thirties, wearing a white doctor's coat, stepped into the room, Jeremy's face fell in disappointment. "Mr. Jeremy, I'm Dr. Williams," the newcomer said, his voice calm and professional. "I'm the attend
As Jeremy drove the streets of the city, his mind reeled with the shock of recent revelations. The truth about his mother's death, so callously orchestrated by his stepmother, still weighed heavily on him. And now, this revelation of his father's innocence in the crime, after years of blaming the man for a sin he had not committed. Just when he had been prepared to reconcile, to bury the past and make peace with his father, this terrible accident had struck, leaving Blue Nathaniel in a coma. Jeremy's voice cracked with emotion as he whispered to himself, "Dad, please get well soon!" He longed for their cherished moments together. The car seemed to move in slow motion as Jeremy wrestled with his thoughts, his hands gripping the wheel in white-knuckled determination. The revelation that his hatred for his father had been misplaced was a bitter pill to swallow. As Jeremy pulled into the driveway of his home, Avery and Mia were already waiting for him, standing eagerly at the door. T
Jeremy swallowed hard, forcing a smile onto his face as he tried to allay his family's concerns. "Oh, darlings, I'm fine," he said, his voice light despite the heaviness in his heart. "I must have just overstressed myself, that's all. I'm sure I'll be feeling better in no time." His smile, however, was a mask for the turmoil raging within him. He desperately wanted to confide in Avery, to share the burden of his secrets with the woman he loved. But even as he stared into Avery's concerned eyes, he couldn't bring himself to do it. The weight of his secrets felt like an anchor, dragging him down into the depths of despair. Avery, sensing his hesitation, placed a gentle hand on his arm. "You know you can talk to me, Jeremy," she said, her voice quiet but insistent. "I'm here for you, no matter what." Jeremy nodded, his shoulders sagging with the weight of his emotions. "I know babe, there's no issue. Let's just go in and celebrate my beautiful wife victory!" Jeremy declared as he led