Kevin placed his hand over hers, his touch comforting. He looked down.
"I understand how much you want to see him," he continued.
Sara's lips quivered, and a tear welled up, escaping from the corner of her eye.
Kevin looked at her. "I've already spoken to the doctor. We're going to see him tomorrow."
Her eyes filled with more tears, and Kevin gently brushed them away. He pulled her into an embrace, his arms providing comfort.
"Kevin..."
"Hmm?"
He kept rubbing her back soothingly.
"Do you think it was really Leslie who did this to him?"
"Lots of evidence points to Leslie. Surveillance footage shows her leaving his cabin putting her gun back in her purse. After that, she disappeared. Peter Winkle and Neel Dixon are also nowhere to be found," Kevin explained.
"Is Neel involved in this?" Sara's eyes widened.
Kevin nodded somberly. "He's actually Peter Winkle's biological son."
Sara's jaw dropped in disbe
Sara Owen gently pushed the door open, her heart weighed down by a heavy burden of emotions. Amidst the rhythmic beeping of the machines, his weak voice reached her ears, a mere whisper that carried his longing, "Sara."Her heart clenched at the sound.How desperately he must have yearned to see her, to hear her voice!Stepping forward, she approached the bedside where he lay. Her voice was soft as she said, "Yohan..."Yohan's eyes fluttered open, his strength barely there. As his gaze landed on her, a sigh escaped his lips, muffled by the oxygen mask that still covered his face.Tears welled in Sara's eyes, her heart aching at the sight. His feeble attempt to move his fingers, a silent plea to hold her hand, tugged at her emotions. She drew nearer, her palm gently finding its place in his.His eyes closed.Sara remained by his side, seated close to the bed, her focus fixed on his face, as the moments passed in the silence....
Yohan was lying on the bed, leaning back with his eyes closed. One of his hands was wrapped in gauze, supported by his neck. The other arm had a tube attached to it, which he used to jerk things in frustration. His palm looked swollen, and there were marks from where the needles had been injected.Natalie's heart ached as she looked at him. Deciding to give it a shot, she walked into the room, and Bruno followed her in.Yohan's heavy eyes slowly opened, and he looked at the two of them coldly.Natalie approached the bed with a soft smile on her face."Ricky, it's getting real late. Can you just eat and hit the sack?" Natalie dared to ask.Yohan, true to form, just shut his eyes and ignored her. A quick glance between Natalie and Bruno and they knew what to do. Natalie slowly picked up the bowl of soup and tried again, "This is some awesome homemade soup. You gotta give it a shot.""No"Classic one-word reply.Just then, the doo
After deciding to skip the visit to Dixon Hospital the next day, Sara finally managed some sleep. However, her plans took a sharp turn when, upon leaving her office in the evening, she decided to call the hospital, just to confirm if everything was alright.What she heard on the other end of the line shook her to the core – Yohan hadn't taken his medicines or had any food, and he was essentially shutting himself off from the world.Frustration and worry clenched at her heart, pushing her to make her way to the hospital. Stepping into the lobby, her ears were met with Yohan's agonized screams. She strained to catch a glimpse, but the view was obscured by drawn curtains.What on earth could be causing him such distress?Moments later, the doctor and nurses emerged from his room. Sara wasted no time, approaching them hurriedly."Doctor," she inquired anxiously, "why was he screaming? Is he okay?""He refuses to take his meds, and when the
“I've got Ricky's and my food here. It's great you're here. You eat with him, and I'll head back home to have lunch with your uncle," Natalie suggested warmly.Natalie approached Yohan and gently rested her hand on his forehead. Their eyes met, and Yohan's voice broke the silence, "I heard everything."Tears glistened in Natalie's eyes, her smile bittersweet. "It's been a while since you spoke! Just hurry up and recover so I can bicker with you again."Sara's lips curved into a fond smile at the exchange.Natalie left the room, leaving Sara and Yohan.Sara carefully served the meal for Yohan, feeling his gaze on her the whole time. She knew it was his favourite pastime, just watching her.Without a word, they shared the meal. Sara helped him eat. Once they finished, she arranged the blanket around him, her eyes seeking his permission to depart."Time to get some rest," Sara softly advised.Yohan's grip on her wrist tighte
It was one of the things Sara truly admired about him. He was composed and level-headed, always handling situations with calmness. He never intended to hurt her and accepted her just as she was.Closing her eyes, Sara held onto his slender waist, resolved to put an end to her visits to Yohan.The following day, Yohan Dixon was discharged from the hospital. He had hoped that Sara Owen would visit him, but she didn't come. Despite Natalie and Bruno's efforts, he refused to stay at the Dixon villa as usual. Yohan Dixon decided to go to his private villa, October Villa. To ensure his well-being, a nurse was assigned to provide him with his daily medications and health check-ups. He agreed to let the male nurse stay at his villa while on duty.In Cerate Solutions…After wrapping up a big meeting, Sara Owen sank into her chair, leaning back with her eyes closed. Her phone buzzed, and she saw that it was Kevin calling."Hey, Kevin," she answered.
A mixture of anger, frustration, and sadness surged within her. "Well then, die."Sara ended the call abruptly. She blocked his number once more.Unbeknownst to Sara, the weight of her few words would bear heavy consequences on Yohan, who was grappling with the turmoil of bipolar disorder.As the call ended, a chilling silence enveloped Yohan's surroundings. The weight of Sara's words hung heavily in the air, echoing in his mind. The space around him felt suffocating, and the desperation to escape from the pain became overwhelming. His gaze wandered restlessly around the room. Then, a glint caught his attention – the gleam of a fruit knife nestled amidst a basket of fruits on the table. The knife seemed to beckon to him, a dark temptation that held a dangerous allure. With unsteady steps, Yohan moved towards the table. His palms were clammy, and he wiped his damp face with the back of his trembling hand. The weight of his anguish pressed down on him, each
It was around ten o'clock in the night when Kevin and Sara arrived at October villa. Kevin hadn't informed Sara about the incident, keeping her in the dark.Ryan was at the bar counter in the living room, nursing a drink and a cigarette. Upon seeing Kevin and Sara, he stubbed out his cigarette and approached them.Worried, Kevin inquired, "Where is he?"Ryan's voice was heavy, "He's in his room, unconscious. The doctor has come and bandaged his wrist, but he's lost a lot of blood. He's in a weak state."Sara, oblivious to the situation, asked hesitantly, "Wrist bandage?""He attempted suicide," Ryan revealed, and a wave of realization swept over Sara. She remembered the heated exchange she had with Yohan on the phone."You should go see him," Ryan suggested. Sara glanced at Kevin, seeking his approval. Observing her clenched fists, a sign of her stress, Kevin nodded.Sara rushed to the master bedroom, leaving Kevin standing there with
Inside the master bedroom, Sara Owen gently arranged the blanket around Yohan's form. He was in slumber.A soft sound signalled someone's entrance into the room. Turning around, she met Kevin's red-rimmed eyes. His hands were tucked into his pockets, and his intense gaze was fixed on Yohan's sleeping figure. Slowly, he approached, his eyes still clouded with shadows. His attention shifted to Yohan's bandaged wrist."How is he?" he inquired quietly."It took a lot to make him sleep after giving him the medicines," Sara replied."Let's go," Kevin stated, his grip on her wrist urging her to follow him. Sara offered no resistance; her place was beside her husband.The journey home was shrouded in silence, an unspoken understanding hanging in the air.Upon arriving home, Kevin stepped out of the car and strode straight to the villa, his determined pace leaving Sara watching his retreating figure. As she entered the bedroom, she found Kevin standi
"How... How is that possible? I remember, we chatted the morning I got attacked. You were the one telling me the baby was all healthy. What the hell happened?" "Maybe it's just my rotten luck, Jemma. But seeing you with Sunny, I can't help but be grateful you made it through and had a healthy baby." "Oh, Jia..." Jemma enveloped her in a tight hug, both women clinging to each other as tears flowed freely. Meanwhile, Noah reached the October Villa. As he approached, Yohan shot him a glare colder than a snowstorm. "Dad... Mom..." Noah greeted them, his eyes darting around to gauge the situation. Sunny was playing with Yohan. Noah swallowed hard, sensing trouble. "How can you be so careless, Jimmy? Why'd you let Jemma come here alone at this hour? You know the danger's not over yet," Sara scolded, her tone edged with worry. "Mom, I didn't want her to come, but she insisted..." "You're avoiding the situation, Jimmy. You can't change the past, but you shouldn't be dodging what's happ
"Jimmy, it's been days. I want to see her and the baby. What's the big deal?"He sighed, "I promise, we'll go later. I just need to sort some things out first."Jemma, growing more anxious, insisted, "But I've been waiting, Jimmy. I can't wait any longer. What's going on?"Noah, worried about her mental state, softened his tone, "Listen, babe. Trust me, I'll take you to see Jia, okay? I don't want to rush into things."Jemma, feeling a pang of doubt, couldn't hold back, "Are you hiding something from me? Why won't you just take me?""No, Jemma, it's not like that.""Jimmy..." her eyes turned tearful."Okay. I'll take you out to dinner tonight, at October Villa. Jia's staying there, and we can see her afterward. Deal?"Jemma hesitated for a moment, then agreed, "Okay, dinner it is. But you better not forget about it.Noah smiled, relieved that he had managed to divert her attention, "I won't. Now, let me get going, okay?"Jemma agreed, watching him leave for the office. As the door clo
Noah trudged back from work, the day's burdens still hanging on his shoulders. Opening the bedroom door, he caught sight of Jemma singing a lullaby to Sunny in her sweet voice. Emotions surged within him, and he quietly closed the door, not wanting to disturb their tender moment.Sinking into the living room couch, Noah leaned back with a heavy sigh. Guilt and regret enveloped him as he grappled with the reality of their situation. Conflicting emotions swirled as he recognised the joy in Jemma's happiness but couldn't shake the haunting feeling that everything was amiss.Jemma placed Sunny in the cot and, on her way to the kitchen for water, found Noah sitting in the dimly lit living room, a cigarette in one hand and a glass of whisky in the other. She touched his shoulder, and he opened his eyes, extinguishing the cigarette and placing the glass on the table."Tired?" she asked.Noah sighed deeply, rubbing the gap between his eyes. "Is Sunny asleep?"Jemma nodded, her palm on his che
The next morning dawned, casting a feeble light across the hospital room. The oxygen mask, a constant companion in her struggle for breath, had been removed, leaving her vulnerable in the stark hospital room.As Jemma slowly opened her eyes, the sterile scent of the hospital greeted her senses. Her gaze fell on Noah, sitting at the edge of the bed, his face etched with a mixture of exhaustion and sorrow. Desperation flickered in her eyes, and as she tried to speak, her voice emerged as a raspy whisper, "Jimmy... where's our baby?"Noah's heart clenched at the question, the weight of the unspoken truth hanging heavily in the air. He hesitated, avoiding her gaze, and gently urged, "Jemma, just take it easy. You need to rest."But Jemma, fueled by a mother's instinct and the gnawing fear that something was amiss, persisted, "Jimmy, please, where's our baby? Why won't you tell me?"His throat tightened with the burden of the truth he wasn't ready to share. Trying to divert her attention,
In the quiet aftermath, the doctor delivered a bittersweet message – Jia had given birth to a healthy baby boy, and she was fine. The family found themselves torn between joy for the new life and grief for the loss of Jemma's child. The terrace became a haven for Noah, who stood near the railing, his hands tucked into his pockets, gazing into the vast darkness.Jacob approached silently, standing beside him.Noah's shoulders slumped, burdened by the weight of the night. Understanding the unspoken unrest, Jacob placed a hand on Noah's shoulder."It's tough, Jimmy," Jacob finally said.Noah remained silent, still lost in the abyss of his thoughts."It's okay, Jimmy. It's not your mistake." Jacob added."You shouldn't have brought Jia here," Noah mumbled."I couldn't lie to her, and... I couldn't stop her," Jacob replied."How's she?" Noah asked, his voice strained."She's fine. Delivery went smoothly, not too hard on her. It's life.""How's the baby?" Noah's voice caught in his throat.
On a lovely evening, Jemma, bored at home, craved ice cream. Spontaneously, she called her driver and headed to the best ice cream spot. The cool sweetness lifted her spirits, turning a mundane evening into a delight.As Jemma indulged in her favourite ice cream, she decided to tease Noah, ignoring his earlier warnings about venturing out alone. Clueless about the impending twist in her evening, she initiated a video call, capturing the picturesque scene of her enjoying the sweet treat.Noah's face lit up when he saw Jemma's call, and his initial joy was evident as he glimpsed her savouring the ice cream. A smile played on his lips. However, his expression shifted when he noticed the unfamiliar surroundings and the people bustling behind her.Concern etched across his face, Noah interrupted her playful banter. "Jemma, where are you? You're not at home, are you?" he asked, his voice betraying a mix of worry and irritation.Jemma, still in her carefree mood, laughed, "Relax, Jimmy! Just
Yohan looked straight into her eyes, "Your mother didn't make a mistake giving birth to you and your brother. Being a mother ain't a mistake. The real mistake is not being able to bring a child into the world. And you didn't make a mistake wanting to bring life into this world."Jia lowered her head, tears welling up."He's a good guy. I'm proud of you."Jia rested her head on his shoulder, and he tightened his grip on her hand, patting it with his other hand."Jimmy's mad at him, not at you or your child. They're buddies. They'll figure it out.""Thanks, Dad."…Noah stepped out of the bathroom, catching sight of Jemma massaging her own feet. With a quick stride, he approached her."What are you doing? Lie down," he insisted, guiding her to lean back onto the bed. Noah grabbed a cushion, placing it behind her for support. Carefully, he lifted her leg, settling it on his thigh, and started massaging it gently.Jemma looked at him deeply, a gentle smile playing on her lips, radiating w
"Jimmy, just hear me out. It's true. It's Jacob, but...""I don't want to hurt you. Back off," he warned, and Sara covered her mouth in shock at the revelation."Mom, get her out of here," Noah yelled at his stunned mother. Jemma wasn't giving up, clinging to his arms to stop him."Jimmy, please... don't be so furious. At least try to understand. We can talk.""Jemma..." his dark eyes sent shivers down her spine, and she realized the magnitude of his anger.In the bedroom, as Jia and Jacob heard Noah's furious voice, Jia clutched Jacob's hand in fear. "Jacob...""Don't worry, I'll talk to him. Let me go.""No... no... please... please, Jacob..."Jacob gently released his hand from her grip and stepped out of the bedroom. Noah caught sight of him, and his anger surged."Freaking scoundrel!" Ignoring Jemma, he shoved her aside and lunged at Jacob."Jimmy... Jimmy..." Jemma screamed, almost drowned out by the chaos.Jacob attempted, "Jimmy, let's talk, okay.""I'll kill you!" But Noah un
"You won't do anything to him, brother. Please..." Jia approached him in fear."I'll kill that coward, Jia," Noah gritted his teeth, eyes blazing with anger."He's not a coward, brother.""This is pure cowardice. Who the hell leaves you in such a condition?" he shouted angrily."No brother, don't do anything to him. Please... he was going to tell you...""When? After the baby's born? It's been seven fucking months, Jia!" he screamed, shaking her. Jemma approached Jia, holding her shoulders, and said to Noah, "Jimmy, don't scare her. We can talk calmly.""I'm warning you, Jemma. Ask her who he is or get her ready to see his dead body in twenty-four hours."Saying that, he stormed out of the apartment furiously, leaving everyone shocked and scared. Jia sobbed, holding Jemma's hands, "Jemma... please... tell brother not to do anything to him... please... Jemma...""Calm down... calm down, Jia... don't cry... I'll talk to him."Jia rushed to Sara, stumbling into her legs, "Mom... please..