Andrew yearned to feel the warmth of his daughter in his arms, to reconnect with the bond he had unknowingly severed.Amelia, her eyes filled with tears that she could no longer hold back, tried to look away, attempting to shield herself from the pain. Liam, standing beside Amelia, watched the scene unfold, his own heart torn between love and acceptance. He understood that Amelia did not love him as deeply as she loved Andrew, yet he couldn't help but hold onto a glimmer of denial. Love, undeniable and true, hung in the air between Amelia and Andrew, impossible to ignore.Tears cascaded down Amelia's cheeks. "No," she replied, her voice trembling but resolute. "You're not holding her."Andrew took a deep breath, the weight of Amelia's words crashing down upon him. He locked eyes with Amelia, then slowly walked away.Liam gently held Amelia by the arm, providing a comforting presence as they watched Andrew walk away from the hospital room. Tears streamed down Amelia's face, a mixtu
The sight of such luxury for a simple taxi ride seemed out of place.Amelia's gaze remained fixed on the car, her mind racing to comprehend the unexpected arrival. Something struck her instantly, a realization that seemed almost impossible. She leaned in closer to the window, seeking a clearer view.Then, the truth dawned upon her, and her heart skipped a beat. "Oh no," she whispered, a mixture of shock and apprehension in her voice. Liam turned to her, sensing her unease, and asked, "What is it?"Amelia hesitated for a moment, her mind racing with a mix of emotions. Could it be what she was thinking? The idea seemed unfathomable. She met Liam's gaze and gently nodded her head, her voice barely above a whisper. "No, I didn't order any... I only know one person who owns this," she confessed, her eyes shifting back to the luxurious car parked outside.Her heart raced as she looked back at Liam, her voice trembling. "Andrew Reynolds," she uttered, the weight of those words hanging heavi
Liam's response carried a hint of bitterness and hurt. "Wow... Is this part of your so-called closure too?" he asked, his tone laced with frustration. "Or are you still in love with Andrew and can't get over him?"Natalie swiftly intervened, her voice firm. "Liam!" she admonished, her tone holding a mix of disappointment and reproach.Amelia, feeling the weight of Liam's words, looked at him with hurt in her eyes. Without saying a word, she carried her bags, holding Violet close, and made her way towards the exit of Liam's house. She stepped outside, her gaze fixed on Andrew, who stood before her. The air hung heavy with unspoken emotions as they locked eyes. Neither of them uttered a word, their silence conveying a depth of understanding and unresolved feelings.Amelia began walking towards Andrew, her heart racing in her chest. As she reached him, she took a deep breath and gently handed over Violet, their daughter, to him. Andrew's heart melted as he cradled his daughter in his a
Amelia halted in her tracks, her back still turned to him. Her heart ached, torn between her love for him and the pain he had caused her.Andrew continued to pour out his heart, his words a desperate attempt to bridge the divide between them. "I love you, Amelia, and I'm willing to make things right," he confessed, baring his soul to her.Struggling to compose herself, Amelia managed to hide her emotions, keeping her gaze fixed on Violet. Tears silently trickled down her cheeks as she gathered her strength to respond. Her voice, filled with pain."It's too late, Andrew Reynolds," she said, her voice quavering, and her words carrying a finality that left little room for reconciliation.Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she turned away from him and made her way towards her doorstep, leaving Andrew standing there.Amelia stood at the doorstep, her heart heavy with emotions, as she heard the sound of Andrew's car engine starting and fading away into the distance. Taking a deep brea
Andrew arrived at his mansion after he dropped Amelia off. He took a deep breath as he steadied himself, then came down from his Rolls Royce.Tony sighted him from afar and approached him. He said, " Good morning boss, you left early."Andrew cleared his throat, his mind still on Amelia and little Violet. He said, "I had somewhere important to be." He threw his keys at Tony as he walked inside.Immediately he got inside, Nanny Grace ran up to him, she said, "good morning Andrew, there's a package for you." Andrew sighed, he knew exactly what it was. Lost in his thoughts, he didn't know when he muttered out, he said, "that should be from Amelia."Nanny Grace who still stood beside him, heard what he said, she looked confused as she said, "Amelia? No Andrew, it's a white envelope, I'm sure it's business.""No nana," Andrew said, with a mixture of sadness and hurt written all over his face. He continued, "it's a divorce letter."Nanny Grace stood there looking shocked. She was confused.
Mr. Tate stood there, a mixture of shock, guilt, and regret washing over him like a tidal wave. The weight of his actions and the pain he had unknowingly caused his daughter crashed down upon him. For the first time, he truly saw the depth of Amelia's suffering and realized the extent of his own failures as a father.His anger dissipated, leaving behind a profound sadness. He reached out a trembling hand towards Amelia, his voice barely above a whisper. "Amelia... I... I didn't know. I didn't understand. I'm so sorry." His words hung in the air, filled with the weight of remorse and a glimmer of hope for reconciliation.Amelia's voice trembled with tears as she spoke, her emotions raw and palpable. "It... it's too late, Dad. I'm leaving," she managed to say, her voice choked with sadness.Mr. Tate's face crumpled with regret, his voice filled with remorse. "I've been selfish, Amelia. I let my greed get in the way, and I'm sorry," he confessed, his words heavy with the weight of his
Andrew stood firm at the entrance of the office, his eyes fixed on the doctor. His voice remained unwavering as he said. "Tell your patient to leave this instant."Dr. Rio, his composure shaken, tried to defuse the situation. "We're almost done, Mr. Reynolds. Maybe you could wait..."Andrew's impatience grew evident as he scoffed at the suggestion. He needed an answer and he was going to get in instantly. He said, "why did you tell me I was impotent?"Dr. Rio staggered instantly as he realized the seriousness of the situation. He turned to his patient, his voice trembling with discomfort. "Uhm... Please excuse us."The patient, bewildered by the sudden turn of events, attempted to protest. "But..."Dr. Rio's frustration turned into panic. He raised his voice, his discomfort evident. "Kindly excuse us!" he shouted, startling both his patient and Andrew.Reluctantly, the patient stood up and left the office, leaving Andrew and Dr. Rio alone. Andrew observed the doctor's uneasy demeanor,
Andrew stormed out of Dr. Phil's office, his mind consumed by different emotions. He marched straight to his car, his steps heavy with anger and confusion. Tony sighted him and quickly opened the door for him, sensing the intensity radiating from Andrew.Once inside the car, Tony glanced at Andrew through the front mirror, with concern etched on his face. He couldn't help but ask, "Are you okay, boss? Where are we going now?"Andrew's mind was still in turmoil, but then his phone rang, jolting him out of his thoughts. He retrieved it from his pocket and glanced at the caller ID. It was Nanny Grace. He answered the call and greeted her, "Hello, Nana."Nanny Grace's voice came through urgently, "Detective Stone just got here, he's waiting for you."Andrew's brows furrowed in response. "Thanks," he replied curtly before ending the call. He turned to Tony, who was attentively watching him through the front mirror, and said, "We're going back to the mansion."As Tony started the car and
Amelia stood there, tears of joy streaming down her face, listening to Andrew's words of love and reminiscences of their past. Andrew said, "the first time I asked you to be my wife, it was arranged, you never wanted to. You agreed because you had no choice. I only granted you the divorce because I wanted to start afresh with you."She couldn't help but laugh at his playful remark about the first proposal. "Or you had no choice either," she jokingly replied, sharing a lighthearted moment with him.With a smile, Andrew continued, expressing his true feelings, "Now I'm asking you again, out of your will. Amelia Tate, can you do me the honors of becoming my wife?" Overwhelmed with happiness, Amelia screamed, "Yes, yes, yes!!!" The excitement spread through everyone present as they joined in the joyous moment.In a rush of emotions, Amelia ran to hug Andrew, and amidst the laughter, Perry playfully yelled, "Collect the ring first!" The laughter continued as Andrew gently slipped the
With a heart full of happiness and anticipation, Andrew walked down the stairs of his home, feeling a world of difference from the past few months. Everything was now beautiful and filled with joy and love. Today was a special day as he was going to pick up Amelia from the hospital after her remarkable recovery from the coma.Tony approached him to inform him that the car was ready. He said, "The car is ready, boss."But Andrew declined, wanting to savor every moment of the day. "Nah... I'll drive myself," he replied with a smile.Tony said, "are you sure boss?""Nah… I'm fine, hand me the keys." Andrew said as he stretched his hands towards Tony to collect his keys.Tony walked towards him and handed him the keys to the Rolls Royce Phantom, and Andrew hopped in, ready to go pick up his beloved Amelia.The drive to the hospital was filled with excitement and eagerness. Andrew couldn't wait to see Amelia's reaction to the grand surprise he had prepared for her at home. As he arrived
The doctor stammered, realizing the gravity of his poorly phrased suggestion. "No... no, that's not what I meant," he attempted to clarify.Andrew stepped closer to the doctor, his eyes piercing through him. "Are you going to tell me how to spend my money?" he demanded.The doctor quickly backtracked, "No sir, it was just a suggestion from a professional."But Andrew was not swayed. He fiercely responded, "Keep your profession to yourself! We're not taking her off any life support! We're not depriving her of her rights to fight! Understood?"The doctor nodded, humbled by Andrew's words, "Yes, sir."Andrew left his office and slammed the door behind him.Leaving the doctor's office, Andrew returned to Amelia's room, his emotions still raw. Mrs. Tate noticed his changed mood and approached him, concerned. "How is Amelia? What did the doctor say?"Andrew took a deep breath, trying to compose himself. "It's nothing serious," he reassured Mrs. Tate, not wanting to worry her further.But M
Andrew carefully came down the stairs, holding Violet in his arms. His daughter had grown bigger, and she now had curly brown hair, which bounced with each moment, a beautiful resemblance to her mother, Amelia. Nanny Grace approached them, holding Violet's little bag and other items Amelia used to cherish."Thanks, Nana," Andrew said with genuine gratitude. "What about Amelia's hairbrush and perfumes?"Nanny Grace smiled warmly. "I've packed them inside, just as you requested.""Thanks," Andrew replied, relieved that everything was in order. He made his way towards the front door, Violet snuggled safely in his arms. But before he could reach the car, Nanny Grace's voice called him back."Uhm... Andrew," she hesitated, concern etched on her face.Andrew turned back to face her, his eyes filled with curiosity. "What is it, Nana?"Nanny Grace took a deep breath, her voice gentle but filled with worry. "Any news on Alexander?"Andrew's expression tightened, a mix of frustration and pain
Nanny Grace's sobs echoed through the air as she cradled Violet in her trembling arms. Tears streamed down her face, and her voice cracked with anguish as she cried out."Alexander, noooo!" Her legs gave way beneath her, and she collapsed to the ground, clutching Violet tightly.One of the cops quickly shouted, "Call in the divers!" The police were already taking action to search for Alexander's body in the water below the bridge.Andrew rushed to Nanny Grace and Violet, his own heart torn apart by the events unfolding before him. He knelt down beside them and wrapped his arms around them both.Nanny Grace, her voice choked with grief, managed to speak through her tears, "Wh...what of Amelia? What happened? Where is she? How did it happen?" Her voice trembled with a desperate hope for answers.Andrew's heart felt as though it had been torn into a million pieces. He struggled to find the words, his voice barely above a whisper. "I...I really don't know. Stone called, and..." Just as
Nanny Grace pleaded with him, her heart breaking at the sight of a man she had once loved like a son, now consumed by rage and despair. "No, no, no, don't harm the innocent baby, Alexander. She has nothing to do with this. Just turn yourself in."Alexander, struggling with his emotions, replied bitterly, "Then what do I get in return? Spend the rest of my life in jail? It's better we all die here!!"Nanny Grace's eyes filled with tears as she realized the extent of Alexander's desperation. She knew she had to reach him, to show him that there was another way out of this dark path he had chosen."Then you'll have to kill me first, Alexander, because I'm getting the baby out of the car," Nanny Grace declared resolutely. She was willing to put her life on the line to protect Violet.Alexander's hands trembled as he held the gun. He couldn't bear the thought of hurting Nanny Grace, no matter how deep his pain ran.Nanny Grace slowly approached him, step by step, keeping her gaze locked
The other police officers rushed to the corridor where Detective Stone was, following his urgent call for an ambulance. As they saw Amelia's lifeless body lying on the ground, one of them recognized her and exclaimed, "Isn't this Mr. Reynolds' wife? Is she dead?"Detective Stone walked over to Amelia's body, he knelt down beside her, gently placing his hands on her neck to check her pulse. His expression grew more grave as he felt her faint heartbeat. "Her pulse is very low, quickly call the ambulance!!!" he urgently instructed one of the officers.The officer quickly made the call, relaying the critical situation to the emergency services. "They're on their way," he responded to Detective Stone.Meanwhile, Detective Stone's phone rang, and he took it out to answer. It was Andrew on the other end. Before he could say anything, Andrew's voice came through, stammering with worry. "I... I can't find Amelia! Ch... check the warehouse for her! Have you seen her?!" Andrew desperately sa
One of the henchmen hesitated, looking back at Amelia lying unconscious on the floor. "What about her? Are we leaving her here?!" he questioned, showing a flicker of concern."We don't have time!! Go bring the baby!!!" Alexander snapped, prioritizing their escape over everything else. Leaving Amelia behind was the only option he saw to ensure their escape.They rushed upstairs to where Violet was sleeping, and Alexander's henchman quickly grabbed her, carrying her in his arms as they hurriedly left the warehouse.Amelia remained motionless on the floor.Outside, the police sirens grew louder, signaling that the authorities were closing in. Alexander's heart pounded with fear as he led his men to a getaway vehicle, hoping to escape in time.One of his men said, "But what about the money?!"Alexander's eyes flashed with anger and frustration. "Do you want to go to jail?!" he snapped back. "Andrew would do anything for his daughter!!! Let's move!!!" he ordered.Their priorities were cle
Amelia continued to stammer, her voice trembling, "I swear, I don't have it. You took it with you."Meanwhile, Andrew and Detective Stone were hard at work, tracing the call from Alexander's phone. The tension in the room was thick as all their attention was at tracing the call, knowing that every second counted in finding Amelia and Violet.Detective Stone's face lit up with relief and excitement. "We've gotten it, sir! They are in an underground warehouse downtown," he announced.Andrew's heart raced with a mix of hope and fear. "What are you waiting for, let's hurry!" he commanded.With the location finally pinpointed, Andrew and Detective Stone wasted no time. They rushed out of the study, making their way as quickly as possible to the underground warehouse where Amelia and Violet were being held captive.The room was filled with tension as Alexander, consumed by rage, cornered Amelia, demanding to know the whereabouts of his phone. He grabbed Amelia by the arm as he shook her