Khloe was still on bed rest for like a week now and Ryder was in search of Sylvester though it was as if he had disappeared from the surface of the earth. Lucas tried contacting his parents but their numbers weren't going through. “I just can't believe he'll do such a thing to me,” Lucas lamented back in their mansion.“We wouldn't know that his son could be capable of doing something like that. Don't push yourself too hard because it's not your fault at all,” Emily consoled him. They were both resting on the bed at night and were getting ready to sleep.“I know someone with ill intention would have done this but once I get hold of that person, I promise to send him or her right to jail,” Lucas clenched his fist. Emily covered his fist with her hands as she said, “We will find the culprit. Don't stress about it. Just go to bed, okay?” she assured and he nodded. “I have been so worked up ever since the news got to my ears. I wish to sleep,” he said, covering his body with the duvet
Tension continues to build up as they all stared at Kelly like she had just said the most ridiculous thing ever. “What?” Lucas asked, his brows arched in confusion and he directed his attention to Emily who had the biggest shock expression on her face but it immediately changed.“Is this true? Are they your kids as Kelly claimed they are?” Lucas asked, his voice stern and resolute. “Well…..uhhmm...the truth is……” Emily was stammering, and scratching her neck at the same time, as she tried to come up with another lie.“Don't you dare lie to him. I have heard them calling you mom on several occasions and on some phone calls you made, I heard you speak like they're your actual children,” Kelly bursted. The anger in her slowly cripping up and she didn't hold it back.Lucas then turned to Emily again, desiring nothing but the truth. “Well…?” He asked, expecting an answer.“It's true,” she admitted and Lucas' expression changed. “I am so sorry for keeping the truth away from you. But I
Arthur Cassius noticed the subtle movement from Khloe and got up. Khloe adjusted her body a little. “Khloe?” He said, his voice coming above a whisper. Khloe battered her lashes, before gently opening it. She noticed a familiar face looking down at her. “Khloe…” the person's voice called out again then she realised who it was. “Mark?” she wanted to say but her voice was barely audible. “You're awake,” Arthur said excitedly. “I'll go call the doctor,” he said, leaving Khloe alone. “Where am I?” She thought to herself. “I thought I'd die. But thank God I didn't. My body aches so much,” she said, trying to get up. “Was that Mark I just saw? Was he the one that saved me? And why did he look so different?” These questions reeled her aching head. “I should just rest for a bit,” she said, closing her eyes again. Few minutes later, Arthur came with the doctor and he started checking up on her. “Are you sure she's still awake. Because if she is, then it's a miracle,” the docto
“Who sent you?” Ryder asked the tied down Sylvester. His gaze was unwavering and he seemed no to be scared of the situation. “I have told you severally, no one sent me,” Sylvester said confidently looking Ryder dead in the eye. Ryder gave him a tight slap which made him cough out blood. Instead of begging and pleading for his life, Sylvester found the torture amusing and began laughing hysterically. “You think that those tiny hands of yours will make me confess the truth? Well think again big guy,” he said chuckling. “This guy is a lunatic,” one of Ryder's men whispered to him. “For the last time, who are you working for? Why did you kidnap Ms. Ferguson and what were your demands from her?” Ryder asked, his voice more cold and intimidating than before. Sylvester stared dead in his eyes and smirked, “Make me,” and with that Ryder struck him with another ear deafening slap. “Ah, you son of bitch. You broke my jaw,” Sylvester said, spitting out a tooth alongside blood. Ryder squat
“Let me speak first please,” Sylvester begged for his life, as tears were still dropping from his eyes. The large man grinned as they stopped him from emptying the bucket of water on Sylvester. “What do you have to say? What's the information you have for us?” Arthur sneered, his voice growling. Sylvester was very scared of the look in his eyes and had suffered enough beating to actually care about what they'll do to him next. “I know that they live in Maryland…” he paused, his gaze shifting from Arthur to Kelly. “And?” Kelly asked impatiently. “That's all I know. And I think they're the Fosters but I don't know which one, I swear,” he swore. His eyes longing to be saved and for them to believe him. “Bingo. I was correct,” Kelly remarked. She had come up with the idea and now it's been confirmed. All they have to figure out is which of the Fosters. “Alright we're going to Maryland right now,” Arthur firmly said. “That's way too much of a rush. Someone needs to be here and st
The morning was quiet peaceful now that everyone was gone. It dawned with a soft golden light, the morning that is. It looked like the world was bathed in tranquil silence, as if nature itself was holding its breath in reverence. Arthur took another deep breath as he stared out the window, filling his lungs with the fresh morning breeze. He was in deep thoughts; about everything that had been going on. “It's been three days since she has been admitted to the hospital and so far we've gotten hold of Sylvester and dealt with him but the real culprit is still out there,” he said to himself as he stared out the window. Arthur was getting anxious and impatient with everything. He wants everything to happen so fast, so he could see Khloe again. That is if she will ever wake up. Suddenly the door burst open and someone rushed in. “Oh, my Khloe,” a male voice said. Arthur turned his back immediately and saw that it was Brandon, although Brandon didn't recognize him. “Who are you?” Br
Arthur Cassius slumped in a chair adjacent to Khloe's bed, his phone in his hands as he stared blankly at the screen, with his mind numb from the event that has happened for the past few days. The hospital was quiet except for the steady beeping of Khloe's heart monitor and occasional rustle of Kelly's clothing due to movement. Bradon had left hours after the doctor left and he said he'll be back soon, but it has been two days ever since. A buzz sound distracted him from his thoughts and he stared at his phone. “I have gotten something. But not what you might expect,” the message reads. Two days ago, he had contacted Sam to help him with an investigation on the Foster, even if Kelly had dejected the idea. Arthur secretly went on with it. Kelly on the other hand, hasn't gone home for a week so she didn't know what was happening back there. And she cared less of it. Her worries were fixed on Khloe's recovery. “Uh… I have to go, Kelly. I'll be back by midnight,” Arthur said to Kell
The phone was still in her hands as her jaw was still open. Her eyes widened in shock and disbelief. “How can he do this? All because Khloe is sick,” Kelly remarked. “This is totally unacceptable.” Just as she was surprised, the doctor opened the door and walked in. “Ma’am we're performing the surgery today. Although further diagnosis has been made and there's a forty percent chance of her waking up,” he informed her, with a sad look on his face. “We'll start at eight p.m.” Kelly's heart sank in but she masked her fears and worries with confidence and a smile. “Oh okay. What else do you need? Any prep?” She asked, putting her phone away. Khloe was more important than anything about the company right now. “I'll have the nurses do that. Just you wait outside for everything,” the Doctor informed me about heading out. Kelly was still dumbfounded about the news she had just received. “How can father be so dumb? I am sure Emily forced him to do it. But how can he be so stupid?”