“I kept everything as it was; nothing has been moved or changed; I always hoped and prayed that one day you'd come back.” Maria said. Dylan just nodded his head; he didn't say anything; he was choked up with emotions. Standing in the house, he felt like he was that eight-year-old boy again, who was waiting in the living room all night for his parents to come home. But they didn't; instead, when he opened the door, he was greeted by two police officers and a social worker; that was the worst day of his life. He took a deep breath and steadied himself then he turned around to face Maria. “It's nice to see you again Maria.” He said to her and she smiled. “You've grown into a fine young man, Mr. Dylan; sit down; I'll put on a pot of tea, and you can tell me all about your life.” Maria said. “No, there's no need for tea, let's just sit.” Dylan said to her, and she nodded her head and sat down on one of the armchairs while Dylan sat on the sofa opposite her.
After that revelation, Dylan said goodbye to Maria but he promised he would come back. Then he got into his car, and by the time he left his parent's house, it was already five in the evening, so he drove back home in a daze. He couldn't believe it or wrap his head around it; could the other person involved in his parent's deaths possibly be Mr Williams, Anna's father? No, he couldn't believe it, he didn't want to believe it. His parents and Anna's parents were friends they couldn't do that. There had to be another reason why Greg was visiting Mr. Williams; there just had to be. By the time Dylan parked his car in the driveway of his house, it was eight thirty at night. He took his suitcase and got out of the car, he was about to head up the stairs to his room when he remembered Anna's text, she said she would wait up for him, get completely forgot. He dropped his suitcase by the side of the stairs and walked to the kitchen and there she was, with her glasses on
“You expect me to believe that you went to London?” Anna asked Dylan. “No, I didn't go to London, I went to my birth parents' house.” Dylan told Anna. “Oh, but I thought your parents were….” Anna trailed off. “Yes, they're dead; you can say it, Anna.” Dylan said. “Then why did you go to their house?” Anna asked Dylan. “Because I haven't been there since they died and because I'm ready to move on and have a life with you and Emma, and before I can do that, I had to put those ghosts to bed.” Dylan told Anna, and as he said those words, he realised they were true; that might not have been the reason that he went to his parent's house, but he realised that him going there was him finally confronting his demons. “So you weren't with Kate all day?” Anna asked Dylan. “No, baby, no, I wasn't. I think she followed me or something because the moment I stepped out of the restaurant, she was there. She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me.
The next morning, when they both woke up, it was to find Emma, sitting at the foot of the bed with a huge grin on her face. Anna had absolutely nothing to worry about, just like Dylan had said; Emma was just happy to see both her parents together. They all had breakfast and then got ready for work while Nanny Sofia got Emma ready for school. As usual, they dropped off Emma first, then Anna at Kings Hotel and then Dylan went to work at Kings Enterprise. He was holding out on presenting his idea of a takeover of Prestige to his board of directors. He needed to know the full story of what happened to his parents first, but for now, the cash influx from his company and the fact that he was now the CEO of Prestige has settled a lot of people's minds, and the stock prices are slowly coming up. He walked out of the elevator to his floor and Lucas was waiting for him, his planner in hand. “Good morning Mr. Knight.” Lucas greeted. Dylan wasn't angry at him for telli
“No way, your ex-wife?” Finn asked Dylan. “Yeah, I was as shocked as you.” Dylan said and Finn shook his head. “I remember getting up in the middle of the night to answer a call from Mr. Scott, telling me that he needed me to draft up divorce papers and an NDA.” Finn said. “Yeah, you should've added a restraining order to it.” Dylan said. “What exactly is going on that you want to file a restraining order against her?” Finn asked. “She came to the house in London, and Anna saw her; Kate got angry when she found out I was married again. I threw her out, and I thought that was the end of it. We flew back to New York, and she was at our hotel; she made a ruckus and accused a worker of theft, thinking that I would be the one to come down and handle it, but instead, it was Anna, which pissed her off even more. Anna's security told me what was happening, so I went there immediately; she hurled all kinds of insults at Anna. I warned her not to
Earlier That Day; Anna walked into her office with Marcus behind her; immediately, she got in, and the two receptionists who were rude to her on her first day greeted her. That day she gave the both of them a stern talk about their behaviour, and ever since then they've been good, which she was happy to see, it must also have to do with the fact that Anna told them if she caught them behaving like that again, they would be fired. Marcus took his spot; he had a seat by the elevator, Anna had told him.he didn't have to wait there all day, but he insisted, saying that was his job and it was clear Anna wasn't going to convince him to stop, so she stopped talking about it. She walked into her office and sat behind her desk. A few minutes later, Grace came in. “Good morning Miss. George.” She greeted. “Good morning, Grace; how many times have I told you to just call me Anna.” Anna said and Grace smiled and shook her head. “Yeah,I tried, but it's
Anna glared at her mother as she realised that she may have just been deceived. “I didn't lie, Anastasia; he is sick but not as bad as I made it out to be; I knew that was the only way I could get you to come and sew him.” Her mother pleaded. “God, Mother, you would do anything for that man; I'm pretty sure if he told you to jump off a bridge, you would do it; what kind of hold does he have over you? Did he even want to see me?” Anna asked her mother. “Yes, he did; every other thing I said is true. He does want to see and he regrets everything that he did to you but you know him, he was just too proud to pick up the phone. Please Anna, just come in and talk to him.” Her mother said. Anna stood outside the door, contemplating what to do. Finally, she decided to go in and get it done once and for all; once she had this talk with him, she would finally put her parents where they belonged, in her past. Because unless they were both willing to put in the wo
Anna knew a little about Alzheimer's patients, and she knew it was better to let them play the memory out rather than interrupt them because if you did, they would just end up confused and agitated. Anna wanted to leave and call her mother, but she stayed because of what her father was talking about. He thought she was Mr Smith, so he could either be talking to James' father or his grandfather. “I talked to him, Greg; he's not with our cause; I told you talking to him was a waste of time. He's a white-collar man; he won't do the things that we need him to do once he gets the seat.” Her father said, and then he went quiet like he was listening to the other person and through all this, he kept looking at Anna like she was Greg. “Oh, you talked to the wife. Do you think she'll be able to convince him to step down?” Her father asked. “Well, we can't put all our hope on her; we have to come up with another plan, a permanent plan.” Mr. Williams said, and imme