Tears poured down Electra's face as she listened, her eyes wide with shock and sadness. She quickly rushed to her room, overwhelmed with emotion. Mrs. Scofield watched her go, taking a deep breath before turning to Knoxville. "You should go after her," she said gently.Knoxville nodded and followed Electra to her room. He stood at the door, hesitant to enter, but Electra's heartbreaking sobs changed his mind. He quietly stepped inside, finding Electra sitting on the bed, her body shaking with tears.Knoxville approached her slowly, his eyes filled with regret. "I am really sorry, Electra. Please forgive me," he pleaded, his voice soft and sincere.Electra stood up, her eyes red and puffy, and threw her arms around Knoxville. She buried her face in his chest, crying uncontrollably as Knoxville held her close, offering comfort and support.Electra's words tumbled out in a sorrowful rush, her voice cracking with emotion as she cried. "Why did you hide such things from me? How could you m
Knoxville and Electra stood vigilantly by Mr. Rodriguez's bedside, their eyes fixed on the fragile form lying before them. The life support machine beeped steadily, its tubes and wires snaking around Mr. Rodriguez's face and body, a stark reminder of the precariousness of his condition.Knoxville's eyes welled up with tears, but he fought to maintain a strong facade, unwilling to give in to his emotions. Electra, sensing his distress, reached out and took his hand in hers. "He's going to be okay," she said softly, her voice a gentle balm to Knoxville's frazzled nerves.Knoxville's voice cracked as he spoke, his words tumbling out in a desperate plea. "I pray he was, I wished a miracle happened. I used to be a doctor, and I know when it gets to this stage, it's always a 70/30 survival rate, but I still don't want to believe it," he cried, his eyes brimming with tears.Electra's grip on his hand tightened, her voice firm but gentle. "Come on, stop saying that," she urged, as if trying t
Days had passed since the devastating announcement of Mr. Rodriguez's death, and Knoxville was still reeling from the news. He had tried to put on a brave face, but the pain of his loss lingered, making it hard for him to shake off the sadness.Seeking solace, Knoxville had isolated himself in his room, but the memories of his dad haunted him. He decided to take a break and headed to the bar, hoping to drown his sorrows in a beer. However, as he reached for the bottle, Electra appeared out of nowhere and snatched it from his hand."You have an allergy to alcohol, when are you ever going to stop?" she scolded, her eyes flashing with concern.Knoxville looked up at her, his eyes pleading. "I just want to numb up," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.Electra's expression softened, and she reached out to take his hand. "Come with me. All you need right now to forget this and move on is to go on a walk," she said, her voice gentle and reassuring.Together, they walked out of the hou
The somber atmosphere of the funeral was palpable as Electra stood beside Knoxville, holding their daughter, little Gladys. They were paying their last respects to the late Mr. Rodriguez, surrounded by mournful faces and the soft murmur of condolences. Just as they were about to take their leave, a commotion at the entrance caught their attention.A woman, dressed in a elegant black dress, walked into the room with grandeur, holding the hand of a little boy who looked to be around five years old. Electra and Knoxville's eyes widened in surprise as they realized it was Helena. Knoxville's curiosity was piqued, and he wanted to ask her what she was doing there, but he didn't want to cause a scene, especially not at a funeral.Helena walked up to them, her high heels clicking on the floor, and stood on Knoxville's left-hand side. She flashed him a warm smile before turning her attention to the little boy. "Gideon, let's pay our last respects to Grandpa," she said, her voice low and soot
Knoxville I glared at Helena, my eyes blazing with incredulity and anger. "You can't be serious!" I exclaimed, my voice low and menacing. I paced the living room, feeling the urge to lash out at her, to knock her to the ground and make her understand the gravity of her actions. But I restrained myself, barely. I was not a man who hit women, but Helena constantly pushed me to the limits of my patience and self-control. She made me question my own moral code, made me wonder if there were exceptions to the rules, if some people were so toxic, so destructive, that they deserved to be taken down a peg.I stopped pacing and turned to face her, my eyes boring into hers. "Why now?" I demanded, my voice cracking with anger. "Why, when everything was going good between Electra and me? You always seem to know exactly when to strike, exactly when to cause the most damage. You're like a viper, striking without warning, without mercy." I took a step closer to her, my fists clenched at my sides. "Y
Knoxville "Are you?" Electra asked, her voice laced with skepticism. "Because it feels like this is all on purpose. You said it yourself. You are still in love with my boyfriend. There's nothing really stopping you from lying," she pointed out, her eyes narrowing as she gazed at Helena.I felt a surge of frustration and anxiety as I paced the room, trying to wrap my head around the situation. "I'm not," Helena protested, her voice trembling. "Please, let Knox take care of his child. Don't be wicked," she begged, her eyes welling up with tears.But I couldn't shake off the feeling of uncertainty. I knew Helena was a vindictive woman who would stop at nothing to hurt Electra and destroy our relationship. But what if, for the first time in her life, she was telling the truth? What if this child really was mine? The thought sent a chill down my spine, and I felt my mind reeling with the implications. I stopped pacing and turned to Helena, my eyes searching for any sign of deception. But
I paced back and forth in the room, my legs shaking with anticipation. I wasn't exactly the poster boy for punctuality, but I was definitely never late, and if I was, it was only a couple of minutes. The waiting was killing me, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of restlessness.But I knew I had nothing to worry about. The DNA results would be here any minute, and I was confident that they would prove Helena's claims to be false. I would finally be able to kick her out of my life and focus on nurturing my relationship with Electra.The thought of being free from Helena's drama and manipulation was exhilarating. I could already imagine the sense of relief and peace that would wash over me once she was gone. And I knew that Electra would be relieved too - she had been a rock for me throughout this whole ordeal, and I was grateful for her unwavering support.Just as I was starting to think that the wait was going to kill me, I heard a knock at the door. My heart skipped a beat as I rea
Electra's voice broke the silence, her tone laced with concern. "Well, what does it say?" she asked, taking a step closer to me, her eyes searching mine for answers.I glanced up at Electra, my stomach tight with a mix of emotions. Her eyes were locked onto mine, filled with concern and a hint of fear. "Knox?" she asked, her voice seeming to echo from a distance.But I couldn't respond, my mind reeling with the implications of the DNA results. I felt like I had been punched in the gut, my breath knocked out of me.Electra's voice grew more insistent, her words pulling me back to reality. "Knox? Why aren't you saying anything?" she asked, her eyes searching mine for answers.Without waiting for a response, Electra reached out and gently pulled the document from my hands. Her eyes scanned the page, and her face went pale, her expression mirroring the shock and disbelief that I felt."Are any of you going to tell us what's going on or are you both going to continue acting dramatic?" Maxw
Maxwell's fingers moved swiftly over the keypad of his phone as he dialed Helena's number. The phone rang only once before Helena's voice came on the line, clear and crisp. "Let's meet at my place immediately," Maxwell said, his tone urgent and commanding. He didn't give Helena a chance to respond, hanging up the call before she could utter a word.An hour passed quickly, and soon Helena was standing at Maxwell's doorstep, her expression a mixture of curiosity and concern. She was ushered into the living room, where Maxwell was pacing back and forth, his eyes fixed on the floor."Why have you called me here?" Helena asked, her voice firm but laced with a hint of apprehension. She took a seat on the couch, her eyes never leaving Maxwell's face.Maxwell stopped pacing and turned to face Helena, his eyes blazing with frustration. "I called because I am tired of our plans failing," he said, his voice low and menacing. "We've been at this for months, and yet we're no closer to achieving ou
Maxwell had exhausted all avenues, seeking out one lawyer after another, but the response was always the same: the case couldn't be reopened. Frustration etched on his face, he sat across from yet another lawyer, his eyes pleading for a glimmer of hope."Sir, did you mean nothing can be done?" Maxwell asked, his voice laced with desperation.The lawyer's expression was sympathetic, but his words were resolute. He nodded negatively, his head shaking slowly from side to side.Maxwell's eyes narrowed, skepticism written across his face. "I doubt it," he muttered, his voice low and even. "This case can't be reopened?"The lawyer's response was firm, his tone leaving no room for argument. "I'm afraid not, Mr. Maxwell. I think it's time to let it go."Maxwell's face darkened, anger simmering just below the surface. He rose from his seat, his movements abrupt, and made his way out of the lawyer's office, the weight of defeat settling heavy on his shoulders.Maxwell trudged towards his car, f
Knoxville lounged on his plush couch, eyes fixed on the TV as he flipped through channels in his spacious living room. The soft glow of the screen cast a warm light on his chiseled features. Suddenly, his phone rang out loud, shattering the tranquility.He checked the caller ID, his expression shifting from relaxation to curiosity. It was his father's personal assistant. Knoxville's eyebrows furrowed slightly as he wondered what could prompt the call.He clicked the answer button, placing the phone to his ear. "Hello, Knoxville," a deep, professional voice said.Knoxville sat up straight, eyes narrowing. "What's the issue? You don't just call without a reason," he asked, tone firm, face filled with curiosity."Did you know about the case involving your mother and her ex-husband?" the voice asked, its tone neutral but with a hint of underlying significance."Yes, the one I asked you about not quite long ago," Knoxville replied, his curiosity piqued."Yes," the voice confirmed. "What ab
The attorney plugged the flash drive into his work laptop and began to watch the footage, his eyes fixed intently on the screen. His expression remained neutral, a mask of professionalism that betrayed no emotion. Maxwell watched him, his own eyes narrowed in anticipation, as the attorney watched the video from start to finish.As the footage ended, Maxwell couldn't help but ask, "So, what do you think?" He leaned forward, his elbows on his knees, his eyes locked on the attorney's face.Gomez leaned back in his chair, his fingers steepled together as he considered his response. "I think you would have had a pretty strong case years ago," he said finally, his voice measured and deliberate. "But unfortunately, not now." His words were like a dash of cold water, and Maxwell's face fell as he realized that the attorney was not as optimistic as he had hoped."What do you mean?" Maxwell asked, his voice laced with concern as he sat up straight, his eyes locked intently on the attorney. He d
The ride to Leo's place to retrieve the videos was surprisingly short, but what followed was an agonizingly long and intense viewing session. Maxwell's eyes were glued to the screen as he watched the incriminating footage, his mind racing with the endless possibilities. He couldn't believe the goldmine he had stumbled upon – this was the ammunition he needed to bring Knoxville down.As the last frames of the video flickered away, Maxwell's face twisted into a sly grin. He felt an overwhelming sense of triumph and vindication. This was it – the key to unlocking his revenge."Thanks, Uncle Leo," Maxwell said, standing up from the worn couch, his voice dripping with sincerity. "I'll be off now." He paused, his eyes locking onto Leo's, a hint of a threat lurking beneath the surface. "Let's keep this little transaction between us, shall we?""Alright, use this to your advantage," Leo cautioned, his voice laced with a mix of concern and encouragement. "Don't do anything stupid," he added, h
As Maxwell continued to fling everything in his path, Leo walked in, stopping him from breaking anything more. "Stop it," he said firmly, grabbing the lamp from Maxwell's hands and placing it on the stool. "Why are you acting like this? What the hell is going on?" he asked, trying to calm his nephew down.Maxwell's chest heaved with anger and frustration, his eyes blazing with a fierce intensity. He seemed to be on the verge of exploding, his emotions simmering just below the surface. Leo's calm and authoritative tone seemed to be the only thing holding him back from unleashing his full fury.It seems you meant to say Maxwell instead of Mathew. Here's the revised paragraph:Maxwell was too angry to calm down, so he continued to pace the room, anger clouding his mind and his judgment. He couldn't think. All he felt was rage. Rage for his father, Knoxville, the lawyer, and the PA. The image of Knoxville smiling as the PA spoke ill of his character appeared in his mind, and he began to p
Maxwell's face turned a deep shade of red as he spluttered in outrage, his eyes bulging with indignation. "What are you talking about?" he demanded, his voice rising to a near-shout. "My father would never say such things! This is all just a fabrication, a lie to keep me from my rightful place as chairman!"The PA and lawyer exchanged a sympathetic glance, their expressions softening as they gazed at Maxwell's distraught face. The PA spoke up, his voice gentle but firm. "Your father wishes for you to change your ways and become a better man, Maxwell. He wants you to learn from your mistakes and grow as a person. And if possible, he hopes you can learn to love and live in harmony with your brother."Maxwell's expression turned even more incredulous, his eyes wide with disdain. "Love and live in harmony with him?" he repeated, his voice dripping with scorn. "You expect me to just forgive and forget everything he's done to me?"The lawyer stepped forward, his eyes locked on Maxwell's fac
Maxwell's eyes widened in outrage as he directed his question to his late father's PA, his voice trembling with indignation. "How can this be possible?" he demanded, his face reddening with anger.The PA, a man with a stern expression and a hint of a sympathetic gaze, looked at Maxwell and shrugged, as if he'd been waiting for the opportunity to speak. "Well," he began, his voice measured and calm, "when your father was alive, he was watching the both of you carefully, to see who was competent enough to carry his legacy."Maxwell's face fell, his eyes flashing with anger and hurt, as the PA continued. "And I'm not sure how to put this kindly, but you weren't the chosen one, unfortunately, Mr. Maxwell." The PA's words were like a slap in the face, and Maxwell's expression reflected the shock and pain he felt.The PA's expression turned somber, his voice taking on a serious tone. "According to your father, you proved to be easily bought and incompetent in many ways." The words hung in t
Knoxville POV I turned to face Maxwell, my eyes locked on his, as I delivered the scathing rebuke. "Your hands are dirty, Maxwell," I said, my voice firm and resolute. "That's the only reason you have the people's vote, not because you're competent to be the chairman." I paused, my gaze piercing through his facade. "They know you're an easy target, a puppet they can manipulate to do their bidding. That's all you really are to them, and that's why they'll support your attempt at a coup."Maxwell's face twisted in rage, his eyes bulging with indignation. But I wasn't finished yet. "You're right, I don't have the authority to return their shares," I continued, my voice unwavering. "But I've brought my father's PA, the acting CEO, to set the record straight." I turned to gesture to the acting CEO, who stood beside his lawyer, their faces stern and professional. "Let's hear from them, shall we?" I said, my eyes never leaving Maxwell's face, daring him to challenge me further.He cleared h