Linda approaches the doctor's office, the sound of her heels echoing through the hallway. The power with which she pulls open the door surprises even her. The only sounds in the room are the steady hum of an air conditioner and the gentle shuffling of papers, which create a serene, professional environment. Standing next to a filing cabinet, Fred looks up, startled. She becomes even more enraged as he looks at her and his eyes briefly flash with surprise. She inhales deeply and walks towards him, her intense eyes burning. Unaware of the fury building inside her, Fred attempts a nice smile and says, "Linda, I was just going to—" "Save it," she interrupts in a steely voice. Her face is piercing and unflinching, she takes a step forward, bringing them closer. "Fred, are you really that blind?" His blinking is unexpected. "I have no idea what you're talking about." She chuckles, but her laughter isn't funny. "Last week. The lunchbox. Do you recall? I saw you act as though I didn'
Louisa drives into the parking lot of Kings County Hospital Centre after the day's work. She makes her way to Liam's hospital room looking tired and famished. She had been cooped up and occupied throughout the day, preparing for an investor conference that would happen the following week.Being the leader of R&D team 1 of Palmer Tech, she is going to lead a presentation on the prospects and limitations of their latest project, Mist.Her face looks pale, and her hand hangs limp, with her arms loosely clenched. Her footsteps drag along as she struggles to maintain momentum.She briefly deliberates whether to drop by Dr Fred's office for an update on the surgery process or just go directly to Liam's room.Considering her exhaustion, she chooses the latter, reckoning she could text him to come meet her.Letting herself into the room, she finds Liam seated on his bed, fiddling with his stuffed rabbit, Jannie More while seeing a cooking show on the television.“Welcome, Mommy.” He greets,
“A strange entry is contained in Liam's medical records. At the age of two, he underwent a DNA test, but the result is confidential. However, the copy that we were able to acquire does not match any known DNA profiles." Kingsley's gaze grows wide. "What does this mean?""It means Liam's father is unknown; Mr. Wills and Miss Emerson have taken great care to keep it that way," Lyon reports.Different options runs through Kingsley's mind. Is Louisa concealing the truth to protect Liam or for her safety? He knows he would have to face her once more.“I'm grateful, Lyon. Your assistance has been really helpful.” Kingsley replies, ending the call.The investigation's conclusion only made Louisa and Liam's mystery much more complex. Kingsley becomes more and more determined to find out. ***********************************Evelyn spends the remainder of that week reliving her date with John in her head.She wonders if John is thinking of her too, and every time she think
With a determined expression on her face, Rachel nods.“Indeed, we simply need to somehow catch her in the act, cause her to make a mistake, or at least, get her to own up to her genuine motivations. She won't be able to use him to disparage you if we can make her appear terrible in front of Kingsley and other board members.” Cordelia says and then pauses.“It seems you're working on something, Rachel, with that mischievous mind of yours. Let it slip, come on.” Cordelia teases Rachel, her ears itching to hear how exactly they can make Louisa slip up.She knows Rachel well enough to understand that she never makes vague plans and suggestions. She is always very detailed."It's okay if Louisa wants to play games. We'll offer her an unforgettable performance that she won't soon forget.” A smile stretched across Cordelia's face as her eyes lit up. "I'm paying attention, Rachel; go on." With a careful nibble, Rachel breaks a cookie in two and picks it up. "We'll start by gathering as muc
The once comfortable room feels claustrophobic now, the menacing message stifling their laughs.Fear creeps in as Cordelia's gaze meets Rachel's. "Someone knows." Rachel furrowed her brow as her eyes skimmed the message again. "The question is who?" As their pleasure and laughing fades, uneasiness takes its place. Cordelia's voice becomes hardly audible. "Do you think Louisa found out?" Rachel's face grows stern. "We can't back down now.""But what if we're walking into a trap?" Cordelia's hand clenches around her cup.They exchange anxious looks, their confidence is shaken. "We need to know who's behind this." Rachel eventually states, reaching for her cell phone in her clutch purse.“Who are you gonna call?” Cordelia asks, seeing Rachel dial a number in her phone.“Whoever sent that message is someone close to you or someone who is watching you. Either way, there's a person who can find out.”However, Cordelia's cell phone buzzes again signaling an incoming call.She peers at th
The sun rises above the city as Linda stands in the rest area of the hospital building, staring out the window. She inhales deeply, allowing the warmth to fill her lungs."I can control my actions, but I can't control my heart." she soliloquizes. Even if Fred doesn’t feel the same way, Linda is determined to keep being her amazing self. In the days that followed her confrontation with Fred, she had remained cordial with him throughout. She would bring him coffee, listen intently to his worries, and give him wise counsel. But Fred's lack of interest persists. Whenever Louisa's name comes up, Linda's heart would throb but Fred's eyes would light up. As they take a break after the afternoon rounds a few days later, Fred enthusiastically gives Louisa updates on the development of her son over a call while Linda listens to his excited voice."Louisa's been amazing, helping him through this tough time," Fred says to Linda with a smile, after ending the call with Louisa. Despite her
“It's okay, honey. I'm glad to be here with you.” Louisa says, looking affectionately at Liam. Something comes to her mind and she looks up at Fred, who is standing beside her, his hands buried in his lab coat.Fred raises his eyebrow inquisitively and Louisa stands and walks him towards the window, away from Liam.“Fred, I hope this won't affect the timeline of the transplant?” “About that, we'll observe him till evening and decide,” Fred hesitates, then adds “but it's unlikely, he's stable.” Louisa sighs and returns to her seat beside Liam, spreading her lips into a thin line. “Is there anything you would like to eat honey?” Liam replies in the negative, shaking his head. ****************************Leaning back in his high-backed leather chair, Kingsley Wills gazes out the large glass windows framing the cityscape below.With unrivaled wealth, influence, and reach, Wills Corporation, USA looms over the metropolis. However, for the first time in a while, K
Before entering CEO Alan's office, Cordelia inhales deeply. She composes her face in a professional manner, but underlying it, is a surge of excitement.She had meticulously planned a string of chaos to unleash at the investors conference with Rachel, and it is almost ready to go.She is sure Louisa would be caught like a mouse in a trap. She after all, had gone to great lengths to guarantee the result. Though she is cautious not to show it, the thought fills her with a delighted anticipation.As Cordelia walks in, Alan, who is seated behind his large, spotless desk, raises an eyebrow in silent question. A tiny smile flashes on his lips as his icy, evaluating stare softens a bit when it falls upon her.Cordelia returns it with the same understated tenderness, but otherwise maintains a quick and effective manner. Holding out a well-organized packet, including all pertinent paperwork, she informs sharply, "The confirmation for the Palmer Tech investors' conference has come through,