"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
Deborah was stunned by what she had just heard. "And to clear up that nasty accusation from earlier, I never neglected you... What I did was ask someone very special to take on that task." [What...?] "Someone's been watching over Deborah?" Jayden asked, raising an eyebrow. "Not exactly," Nicholas replied, pointing to Caroline. "I couldn't approach you directly to help because Frederick was too close. So, I asked my niece for help." [Niece…] Deborah looked at her friend, who simply smiled. "Yeah, my mom is his sister," Caroline said, stepping closer. "But before you think or do anything crazy, let me tell you that he asked me to become your friend and take care of you. Over time, though, I did it because I wanted to, not because I had to. I like you, Deborah, and you're my best friend," she said, taking Deborah's hands and looking into her eyes. Deborah was amazed by what she heard, but when she felt her friend trembling slightly and saw the fear in her eyes, Deborah simpl
Sophia felt a mix of anger and anxiety. It had been four days since she kicked out that idiot Roger, and he still hadn't returned to see her. Adding to her frustration, she found out that the medical bill hadn't been paid—the hospital was now threatening to call the police if it wasn't settled soon. "This has to be a joke! You kill your own child and now you abandon me?" She fumed, waiting for Roger to answer her call. "Damn it, pick up!" "I told you not to push him too hard," her friend mocked from beside her, flipping through a magazine. "Shut up. He loves me and owes me his life and eternal gratitude." "Doubtful. Maybe he's not coming to see you because his mom already told him the truth about your lie." Sophia hung up after the tenth unanswered call, gripped the phone tightly, and snapped at her friend, "You know, I didn't ask for your opinion." "Why don't you just use some of the money you stole from him and pay it off?" Sophia’s friend asked. "Why don’t you pay my h