It had been a very intense night, and Sophia made it even more complicated by asking her friend to announce the news to the media. With all the drama unfolding, George had to act quickly to handle the situation. First, he arranged for his wife and son to stay in a house, as he had learned about the eviction. In reality, it was Isabelle's house. This arrangement would also give George time to deal with Sophia. Jayden also did his part and persuaded the building owner not to evict Roger, Isabelle, and Sophia for now. He wanted to avoid his family name being dragged into creating a headline of the Coopers evicting the Petersons the day after the loss of their baby. "So far, no one knows how it happened, but the fact is that a great tragedy occurred, and now Roger Peterson's mistress' baby no longer exists," the commentators could be heard saying on TV. "They say it was a spontaneous abortion, but I have my doubts." "Nevertheless, we lament this loss." "But scientifically speakin
That very morning, Frederick sat in his office, desperately searching for a plan or strategy that could resolve all his problems. He rifled through every drawer and pored over old documents, hoping to find a clue or key that would unlock the safe hidden behind a painting. He felt that if he could just open it... all his problems would vanish. "Hey Dad, have you heard the news?" The office door swung open, revealing his son, visibly excited. "I don't have time for gossip, Ernest." "It's not gossip, it's a lifeline for us." "What? What are you talking about?" Frederick asked, raising his gaze to find Ernest showing him his tablet with a news article. Frederick raised an eyebrow but took the device to read the news, a smile eventually spreading across his face as he did so. "Well, well, well, what bad news..." "That's right, Dad, and I think we can turn this drama to our advantage and make the Peterson family give up on collecting from us." "I like the way you think," Freder
"We're here with Mr. Frederick Anderson, the father of Roger's ex-wife," the presenter announced. "Tell us, Mr. Anderson, what's happening right now?" "Thank you, William. Since the divorce trial, Mr. George Peterson has been sending his lawyers to extort me, claiming I owe him a substantial amount of money that he supposedly lent to my family. Not a day goes by without receiving threatening calls from him." "So, this means the Petersons are vindictive people?" "You could say so. I only hope that this recent turn of events will humble the Peterson family." "And what do you think about the news of Roger's current partner suffering a miscarriage?" "Well, he has been a violent person, and I'm thankful my daughter freed herself from him and..." "Damn it," George muttered, switching off the television. "How hypocritical. They never cared about Debbie," Elliot remarked, his brow furrowed. "I agree with Elliot. That animal only cared about coming every month to borrow money,"
Roger was struggling to gather his thoughts at that moment, consumed by fear. He didn't know what he would say to Sophia when she woke up, or how she would react to the news. "What have I done?" he berated himself, grimacing and leaning his head back against the wall. "I'm such an idiot." He sighed heavily, recalling all the events of that night. Despite everything that had happened, he still harbored doubts about who was telling the truth. But now, he couldn't ask Sophia about it. The only solution was for him to try to remember what had happened that day. To be honest, there were parts of his childhood that he didn't remember and had never bothered to recover. But now seemed like the right time to bring those memories back. Just then, he noticed Sophia stirring. Hurriedly, he approached the bed and took her hand. "Sophia..." Sophia slowly opened her eyes, looking around in confusion. "Darling... what...?" "Sophia," Roger had tears in his eyes as he gently tried to embra
"Are you sure you didn't pressure him too much? Typically, men like him would abandon their mistress and return to their real family,” said the nurse. "Deborah hates him for being a traitor, so I doubt she'll forgive him,” Sophia said. "Well, with the new guy she's got, she wouldn't go back to someone who's now broke," the nurse remarked amusedly. "Exactly," Sophia said, getting out of bed to stretch a bit. "By the way, what about the witch?" "Mr. Peterson took her away last night." "Wow, the old man finally did something good." "But, don't let your guard down, my friend." "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing.” "Oh, and while you were practically on your deathbed, your associates made their move," the nurse said, handing Sophia her phone to check the news. "What? They did... oh... interesting," Sophia commented as she watched the news about what the Andersons were up to. "Wow, this is very interesting. Now the big question is, how can I use this situation to my advanta
Deborah had a broad smile on her face as she left the doctor's office with Jayden. The examination revealed that the damage to her throat wasn't severe enough to require a risky surgery. "Technology has helped medicine a lot. This non-surgical operation is something new to me," Jayden remarked as they exited the building. [It certainly would be faster to have the surgery but I don’t want to do it because of the baby. According to the doctor, he’ll carefully remove the tissue blocking my vocal cords bit by bit, trying not to reopen the wound.] "That sounds complicated, but you seem very happy and excited about it." [I’ve been longing to hear words that give me hope for years.] "You know, now I'm going to be jealous of the doctor," Jayden commented as he opened the car door for her. [What? Why?] Deborah asked playfully as Jayden got into the car. "Because I’ve never seen that radiant smile on you before," Jayden said while buckling his seatbelt. [I’m just thrilled to rega
[It’s you!] Deborah ran to hug the redhead, a wide smile on her face. "You’ve really grown. You’re not the little girl I remember," the redhead said, amused, as he returned the hug. Jayden felt a twinge of jealousy at the sight, although the man seemed somewhat older. Caroline, on the other hand, sighed and smiled, recognizing the person. It was time to reveal the truth. Meanwhile, Elliot and Christian watched the scene intently. "Dad, who is he?" Elliot asked, eyeing the redhead curiously. "He’s a friend,” said George. "You know, I’m surprised you recognized me," the redhead said, pulling away from the hug. [It’s because you haven’t changed much.] "Oh, that’s a compliment. But you know, I haven't changed because I stole the fountain of youth," the man joked, making Deborah laugh. Jayden cleared his throat, frowning at the redhead. "And you are...?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. [Right, guys, let me introduce you to Nicholas. He was my grandfather’s best apprentice at
"That’s true, you’re your mom’s spitting image," Caroline said, leaning in to look at the photo. "Let me see," Elliot requested. "Yes, Deborah is the living image of Alexandra," Nicholas commented amusedly. "By the way, Christian..." "Yes?" Christian replied, also looking at the photo. "I heard from George that you’re looking into crushing those usurping worms," Nicholas said, looking Christian in the eye. "But if you’re relying on that old will, you won’t win." "Old will?" Christian repeated, surprised. "I think you’re mistaken, Nicholas. The copy I got was from the government archives and..." He trailed off as Nicholas handed him a folder to read. "It’s a fake will. It was created with specific terms to catch Frederick’s attention and keep him busy trying to circumvent them." "But... wait, this date..." Christian said, noticing the detail. [What’s wrong?] Deborah asked. "As a lawyer, you know that the most recent will is the valid one," George explained. "The one yo