Sorry this chapter is coming after such a long break. I missed you guys a lot. I'm fully back now and so are regular updates. Thanks for sticking by.
In about twenty minutes, the first five vans arrive with their photographers and reporters prepping up.Hank throws a wide smile and rare thumbs up to the officer who he had put in charge of reaching the reporters. Apparently, he did his job quite well... Hank stands up from the chair in the car, stretching slightly just as two more vans pull into the garage lot.As they see him, they crowd around him, all their questions on the top of their tongues.He immediately holds out his palms, stopping them from speaking before he does. "Thanks for coming. What I want to share with you all now is pretty important. So, is there any channel here that's going to be doing it live?" He asks, managing to keep the pompousity out of his voice.Two reporters raise their hands. He motions them forward, pushing the other back with a wave of his hand. "So, you're going to be having me live?""Yes sir..." The first one responds, pushing ahead. "The late morning news has started and this will be the third
Hank yanks off the lapel microphone from his shirt and returns it back to the director of the news he just featured live on."Fantastic Mr Williams. I'm sure we are allowed to take some outline pictures right? I mean, the white chalked outline of the body so we can at least that?"Hank nods and waves them in the direction. They all grab their cameras and all that stuff and run for the garage. From outside, Hank can hear all of the click click click of pictures being taken.He shakes his head and walks towards the car, waiting for something to come... It will be one or the other. It'll either be Mike Drumlin calling for whatever he will be calling for, the bait that Hank had dropped, or it will be a Wright calling to know why he would do that, why he would lie on national television.Just as he's rounding off on his thoughts, his phone rings and it's an unknown number... So not Ivy Wright at least. He picks the call and raises his phone to his ear. "Hello? Who's this?""Forgotten me al
All day at work, Ivy has been feeling disconcerted and in discomfort. When she finally takes a seat after a series of meetings, she has Anita book her an appointment at the hospital and she dials Ashton."Hello love." His voice comes through softer than usual. She would have blushed or even smiled on a regular day but this day isn't exactly regular. What's wrong is not exactly a pain it's just a massive discomfort. She keeps shifting, trying to make her comfortable on the swiveling chair. Then she stands up since it seems to be better that way. "I'm at work now but I just booked an appointment at the hospital."She can hear the clattering of some things over in his side, and his voice comes back somewhat sharper. "What's wrong? Where are you now?""I'm still at work. Can you please come pick me up? I scheduled it for the next thirty minutes but I don't think I'm in the place to drive right now.""Of course. I'll be over in the next ten minutes. I'll come pick you up from your workpla
With joy, both of them return home, their faces aglow and the news is just waiting to be shared.Ashton begins to treat her even more like she's a piece of Faberge egg that he doesn't want to shatter. She's smiling but she's starting to get tired of him being everywhere, wanting her to just sit still, doing nothing. Presently, she stands up from the chair and immediately, he's in front of her. "You want something? Water? You want to pee? Bath? What is it?"Ivy places a hand on his shoulder because he's bent slightly to her level. "Honey.""Yeah? What do you need?""If you don't want me to punch you right now, stop treating me like an egg."Ashton chuckles. "You can punch me as many times you feel like it, I still won't stop."Ivy groans, seeing that force won't work. She resorts to begging. "It's still in its early stages so I am still very fine. I can still walk on my own, how about we save all of this till when I really need the help? I can even go back to work if I want right now.
Hours later, the walls around are white and there's a steady beeping noise around her ears which partly are the ones who wake her up, she opens her eyes to a blinding view. She closes it back up immediately, slowly opening it so she can easily adapt to the view. All the memories of what had happened that had made her pass out come rushing back in folds.But it's daylight around, not night time when it had happened. She can also feel someone holding her hands by the edge of the bed, the person's head is on the bed so he's probably asleep."A..." She starts but her voice cracks and that's where it ends.The person raises his head and he's smiling profusely. "Big sis, you're awake!" Liam half yells and stands up from the chair he's sitting on so he can peer at her closely.She looks around confusedly, she thought it had been Ashton who had been holding her hand. "Wh..." She starts but is immediately interrupted by the arrival of her mum by her bedside.Veronica smiles immediately, and gr
In a week after the unfortunate incident, Ivy has a press conference planned so she can announce a merger and also some important information to the public. The documents for the merger has been prepared and is only waiting to be signed and she has refused to share the details of the other important information that she had told her PR team she was sharing. Every attempt to get it out of her is totally fruitless so they all in the team are on threads, being careful and being alert due to their ignorance of what's coming... Whether it will affect the company positively or negatively. Normally, it would not have been a question if what she's about to do is for the benefit of the company or not but for the last week, ever since she returned to work, she had been down and out of it and the only thing she's been attentive to is anything about the search of her husband and this sudden press conference. The conference is only few hours away from the present moment and she's locked herself
A murmur ripples through the whole crowd.Time seems to stand still.The point exactly was that nobody was expecting that was what she had come to say. Nobody, not even Anita who plugs in the flash drive and the presentation begins.Almost soulless and robot-like, Ivy turns around to the projector behind her that has a picture of cars. Not very specific car but a lot of them.Then she begins her presentation, using the laser pointer to point at the things that matter. "We all know Tiara died and her body had been fished out of the sea. Well, she didn't drown, she was murdered so that means she had been carried or somehow transported to where her body had been dumped. There are things called dash cams..." She uses the laser to point just as the image changes into a car's close up view.There is a small device with a blinking red light and she points to it. "That's called a dash cam and not every car has it but every two of five does. Which is why, from the place she had been killed, I
"Ma'am!" The officer yells as he bangs his palms flatly on the table. "This place is no joking area. There are conclusive evidence against you, all of this interrogations are simply formalities! Do you accept the fact that you did kill Tiara or not?"Yale scoffs. "Technically, Richard killed her not me."In the interrogation room directly upstairs, Richard scoffs. "That bitch said so? She's just trying to shift blames. She was the one who absolutely killed Tiara. As Ivy said in the press conference, I only aided and abetted. I am well aware of that and I am not denying it. But I really didn't kill Tiara."Downstairs. "He aided and abetted? That rat. He was the one who dragged her body to the car and suggested we dump her in the ocean!"Upstairs. "That whore. She said I suggested it? She hit Tiara over the head and make her pass out which I totally witnessed. Then we thought she had died. Thinking of it now, she had not even seemed any scared at all, she just said we should throw the b