Ivy's eyes widened in shock, as the news of his death sank in. She covered her lips with her palm as she exhaled in grief. "How...how did it happen," she asked, her voice slightly quaked. "But his condition was stable when we left him at the hospital."Zack was unable to respond. He opened the door and gestured for her to get in.They settled in the back seat, and the car went silent as they processed the weight of the shocking news.Zack's worry resurfaced, his mind raced, internally scrutinizing the cause of Edmond's sudden death. He suspected foul play, because he was always updated on Edmond's condition. Bryan told him a day ago there were positive signs indicating he was approaching consciousness, so why did he die all of a sudden? If his intuitions were right, then Ivy needed tighter security. He feared the worst might happen. It was awfully clear the perpetrator was a dangerous person and not afraid to add more crimes to their record.The more he thought of this, the more he fe
After receiving the order from Zack, Bryan drove straight to the hospital. He made an immediate appointment to see the doctor in charge of Edmond's treatment. As Bryan stepped into the office, he was welcomed with a warm smile from the doctor. "Good to see you, Mr. Bryan," the doctor greeted, extending his hand for a handshake. Bryan shook his hand without responding, his expression serious. The doctor noticed the solemn countenance, his mind hinted at the possible reason for his visit. For this man to pay him an urgent visit, he very well knew it was an order from his boss. "How may I help you today?" he asked with a wry smile. Bryan still didn't respond and graciously took his seat, his gaze solely fixed on the doctor. After a few seconds, Bryan's silence became distressing, and the doctor broke the tacitness. "Is anything the matter?" he asked, his smile never faltered. "Yes, I'm simply curious, doctor. You informed me Edmond was stable two days ago, so I came here r
It didn't take long for the doctor to figure out the source of the glitch that caused the unfortunate end of his patient. As he suspected, the life supporting machine might be the cause, he reviewed the machine log setting and the latest data. That's when he noticed discrepancies. He decided to investigate further with the hospital security team and the result turned out to be beyond what he expected.He immediately contacted Bryan to update him on his discovery. Bryan, after receiving the results of his findings, informed Zack.Zack had predicted the life supporting machine was manipulated. He further instructed Bryan to inform the detective as soon as possible, as he believed the detective might find a lead to help solve the issue.In the meantime, he continued to take safety precautions concerning Ivy's safety, especially on set.The time came for him to pick Ivy up as usual, but he was overwhelmed with work and his schedule was tight. Still, he refused to let her return home witho
Congratulations, Ivy!""Congrats!""Well done!"The cast and crew cheered as today marks the completion of 'Tomboy Donna.'They gifted the main characters presents, mainly a bunch of roses, and happily celebrated the completion of their role after a long period of relentless shoots.Ivy received tons of flowers, while her bodyguards checked them for any potential harm that could be covert in them. Everyone on set had gotten used to seeing them around her; the nosy ones didn't bother asking because they knew they wouldn't get any answers."A big congratulations to you, Ivy." Director Tim appeared behind her offering her roses with a grin."Congratulations to you too, Director Tim." Ivy replied, taking the flowers."Are you still not going to attend the after-party?" Director asked, his eyebrow arched, expecting her to change her mind. He had once asked her, but she declined the invitation.Ivy smiled softly, giving an apologetic look. "I'm sorry, not in the party mood. I just want to t
One of the security personnel closely following behind Ivy's car noticed something was off. He caught sight of the car jerking before taking off with full speed. He quickly took out the communication system to inform the others. "We have a problem, her car has malfunction. Don't lose track of her car!" "I repeat, don't lose track of the Rolls Royce!" The other personnel responded fairly quickly and sped up to catch up with the Rolls Royce. The PPO organizing the team tried to contact Louis the driver, but there was no response. The more they got closer to the car, the more the distance between them increased. This only confirmed how desperate the situation was. They had no choice but to continually try to catch up and monitor the car closely. Stopping the inescapable wasn't possible at the moment. ________ "LOUIS, WHAT'S HAPPENING!" Ivy screamed in fright, her eyes widened in horror watching the moving scenery accelerating in a swift uncontrollable speed. She clung onto the
Zack tried calling Ivy again, but her line didn't go through. His worry only grew as he drove closer to the area the GPS locator indicated. He had installed a GPS tracking device on her phone a few weeks ago for safety reasons. But he never knew he would use it in his kind of situation. He was finding it hard to get to the location quickly as the road was jam-packed with vehicles caused by a reduced lane. His eyes darted around his surroundings searching for a way out of the traffic congestion. Frustrated and impatient, he pummeled into the car horn. He couldn't find a way out of the lane despite taking another turn. He ran his fingers through his hair, leaning on the car window. He imagined the worst could have happened, seeing the traffic congestion at her last location and also the piercing sound of siren noise coming from a few distances away. "Oh, God." He groaned, clutching his forehead. Fear, worry, and guilt washed over him as the thought of losing her life filled his mind.
Zack's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched as he gazed at the reporters. He never liked being questioned by them, especially at a desperate time like this. What irked him more was that they were blocking his exit from the hospital. They were like annoying flies buzzing around his eyes. He motioned for them to step aside, but they were too busy throwing questions at him to understand.His annoyance grew at their stubbornness and persistence."Mr. Zack Anderson, please update us on her condition."They kept pressing on, even though he didn't seem to be in the mood to provide answers.Zack stepped forward; his patience had run out. He pushed himself into the crowd, and they quickly moved out of the way for fear of him losing his temper. His anger was simmering, threatening to boil over."Zack Anderson, please answer..."Some reporters behind him were insistent. They followed him to the parking deck.Right there was his car, which made him realize Bryan must have brought it along with him and
Zack shut his eyes and buried his face in his palms. Another bad news he was very aware of, the 'another' Bryan was referring to. "He lost a lot of blood," Bryan said, his expression solemn. "He couldn't make it during the surgery." "This is getting out of hand, who is toying with me," Zack's voice trembled in anger. He was so tempted to strike the glass table in front of him. "We just lost Edmond and now...Louis," he clenched his fist, his mind drifted to the state of Ivy. If Louis couldn't make it, then how serious is Ivy's condition? He could only hope there would be no serious complications in her health. Bryan noticed his mood had shifted to worry. "Don't worry, sir, she will get through this," he assured. "She is a strong woman." If he could place his hand on Zack's shoulders to comfort him in this desperate situation, he would have, but he opted to offer words of encouragement instead. "I know she will," Zack responded, assuring himself. He lifted his face, feeling more det
Zack stared at his tablet for what felt like forever, hesitant. He was finally going to see the one who was behind his accident. But now the weight of the moment pressed down on him. He knew this call could change everything, reveal a face he might recognize, or a stranger he would despise. He wasn't sure he was ready for either.Ivy was by his side, squeezing his arm tightly and encouraging him to do it. "Come on, Finn made this possible for you, so... let’s get it over with," she said, wrapping her arms around his neck and nudging him to tap on the screen."Alright," he said finally, but as Ivy attempted to speak, a loud cry came out from the room."Lucas again," she growled and got up, placing a soft kiss on Zack's cheek. "Be right back."With that, she left, and Zack decided to get it over with as Ivy had said. He tapped on the screen, and there just what he had feared stared right back at him.Those familiar emerald eyes..."Chris. So it was really you," Zack whispered, disbelief
THE NEXT MORNING, Ivy and Zack made their way downstairs, luggage in tow, with Lucas giggling in his stroller. Lucas was babbling excitedly, clearly sensing the adventure ahead, and Ivy couldn't help but smile at her little boy's enthusiasm. Although she was still a bit hesitant about leaving, Zack's and Lucas's enthusiasm was infectious.But she had to agree a vacation would benefit them all.Just as they were about to head out the door, Xavier, their butler, rushed in, looking flustered."Wait, please!" Xavier exclaimed. "We have a visitor."Ivy's eyes narrowed, her smile faltering. "Who is it?"Xavier hesitated before responding. "It's... your..." Before he could finish, a voice cut in."Zack has woken up all this time, and you didn't bother informing us," Henry walked in, the old man right beside him.The moment he set eyes on Zack, he went straight to him and hugged him tightly. "I'm so glad you're okay, son..."Zack, caught off guard, returned the hug, a mix of surprise and conf
"Ivy, remember when I took Roy outside?" Zack said, and Ivy frowned. "Yes, of course." "I thought... I thought I saw Chris. Briefly. Just a glimpse." Ivy's eyes widened in disbelief. "Chris? But... he hasn't called since that day..." "Exactly," Zack said, his brow furrowed. "But what if... what if... I don't know...?" Ivy shook her head, dismissing the idea. "Zack, that's impossible. Didn't you say he was an imposter?" "I'm starting to doubt that 'imposter' theory," Zack said. "It's too convenient the way he operates in the shadows... it's shady." Ivy's eyes narrowed, having a hard time processing everything. If he wasn't an imposter, then why hadn't he reunited with Zack? Why was he hiding? "What if... he has a vendetta? Against you?" Ivy sprang from the bed, her head filled with fear gnawing at her. She knew what it felt like to be wanted dead, and now Zack, this childhood friend... if it's true, then it's even worse than she imagined. "Maybe we should tell Finn every
"Lucas, I'm home!" Zack announced as he stepped into the familiar warmth of their living room. Ivy smiled and quickly got beside him. "Careful, Zack," she cautioned, her hand lightly touching his arm. "Remember, you're still recovering." "Now you want me to be treated like a fragile piece of glass, huh?" Zack said with his usual smirk, and Ivy couldn't help but roll her eyes. "Yeah, that's what you are right now." Zack smirked, closing the short distance between them. "Is that so?" Ivy stepped back, a blush creeping into her cheeks. "Zack, this isn't the right place to... you know, do your usual thing..." She then said with gritted teeth, "Maria and Lucas are coming." Zack turned to find Maria smiling his way. She bowed slightly and then placed Lucas on the ground. "There he is," Zack said, his voice softening as he knelt down. He extended his arms, a wide, welcoming smile on his face. "Come here, buddy. Daddy's home." Lucas hesitated, his gaze shifting between Zack and
"Zack, tomorrow's a big day. Lucas is hitting nine months," Ivy said, her voice soft as she gently ran her hands over Zack's. "Can you believe it? Nine months already?"She tried hard to grin, but what came out was a pathetic smile. "I... started him on complementary foods, you know. He seems to really like mashed sweet potatoes with a little cinnamon. He makes the funniest face when he tastes something new, but sweet potatoes are definitely his favorite."Ivy chuckled, despite knowing that Zack couldn't hear her. The sound was more for her own benefit, a way to release some of the tension and sadness that had been building up inside.But as she looked at Zack's still face, her expression shifted. Her smile faltered, and her eyes welled up with tears.Ivy's sigh turned into a sob, and she buried her face in her hands, letting the tears flow.She had hoped Zack would wake up before their son turned seven months, but now he was nine months, still trapped in this limbo.He didn't get to
SIX MONTHS LATERIvy's hands trembled as she held the phone, Bryan's voice sounding at the other end."Ma'am, we found him last night," Bryan said, his tone gentle but firm. "The driver who hit Zack. We've got a positive ID."Ivy's breath caught in her throat. Six months of waiting, wondering, and fighting for answers. Finally, she was going to get some justice."Who is it?" Ivy asked, her voice barely above a whisper.There was a pause before Bryan responded, "Marcus Thompson. The police are bringing him in for questioning. They're going to push him hard to see if he'll talk."Ivy's grip on the phone tightened. "Will he talk?""There's a good chance he might," Bryan said. "Thompson's got a history of criminal activity. He's been in and out of jail for various offenses. If the police can leverage that, he might be willing to cooperate."Ivy's mind was racing. "How soon can they get him to talk?" She wanted to wipe that smug look off Albert's face.Bryan hesitated before responding, "W
Ivy's car halted in front of the Anderson mansion. It was the early hours of the morning, and Ivy decided to seize this opportunity to get answers.She slammed the door behind her, took a deep breath, and stepped into the mansion. She didn't bother to knock before entering.A sliver of light spilled out from the lounge, the air thick with the smell of stale liquor."Albert!" Ivy yelled, scanning the whole place. "Albert, where are you?"Footsteps sounded, and Henry appeared coming down the stairs, draped in a robe and his hair a bit messy."It's too early to yell," he said, but as his eyes landed on Ivy, a frown settled on his face."What are you doing here?""Where is Albert?" Ivy asked, and Henry's brow deepened."Ivy, why are you here? Shouldn't you be sitting with Zack at the hospital?""Where is Albert?" Ivy's expression turned serious, the one that tells you, "I'm losing my patience."Henry's eyes lingered on her for a moment before finally pointing to a corner."Turn left."Wit
"I never should have let you leave." Ivy whimpered, squeezing Zack's hand, as if trying to coax life back into his fingers. "I should have forced you to eat breakfast... maybe... maybe..."She choked on tears trickling down her cheek... "maybe you would have escaped it..." she sniffled, trying to hold back her tears, but it was no use. The dam broke, and she let out a heart-wrenching sob, her body shaking uncontrollably."How long are you going to stay like this, huh? How long before you wake up..." she mumbled. "It's only been a few hours, and I can't keep seeing you like this..."He had always been the strong one, the rock that held her together when she broke down. But now he was the one who was broken, and she was left to pick up the pieces. All she could do was hope he would wake up sooner.Ivy's sobs slowly subsided as she wiped away her tears and took a deep breath.Her chest tightened, but she pushed through, squeezing his arm with all the strength she could muster."Please w
"Shhh, baby, it's okay," Ivy murmured, pacing back and forth in the room with the crying Lucas in her arms. "Mommy's here." The nanny, Maria, sat on the couch, watching them with concern, occasionally standing up and sitting back down on the couch in frustration. Lucas's cries only intensified, his small body writhing in discomfort. He was unusually fussy, refusing his bottle and arching his back in distress. Ivy had tried everything – changing his diaper, offering him a pacifier, singing lullabies – but nothing seemed to make him calm down. Maria got up and approached Ivy. "Let me try, Mrs. Anderson," But Ivy shook her head. "No, I've got him. I just need to... figure out what's wrong." She continued to pace, trying to rock Lucas to sleep. "What's wrong, my little one?" she whispered, her heart throbbing slightly. Lucas usually didn't cry this way for this long. She glanced at the clock, wondering if she should call Zack and tell him about Lucas's behavior. But it would b