Leon gets a very unusual request from Helen. She asked him to follow her to visit someone, and he agreed. He had no idea who they were going to visit, until they pull up to an unfamiliar house, and ring the door. “Hello, Damien.” She says with a flat tone. The only person that is surprised is Leon, why didn't Helen tell him that they were coming to see Damien? And why are they here? “I didn't think you would actually be coming.” He looks at her from head to toes.“I always keep my word.” Helen says, and Damien huffs. He opens the door wide, and Helen walks into the house. She turns around and crooks her eyebrow at Leon, as if to ask ‘aren’t you coming?’He walks in, and Damien glares at him, but Leon doesn't mind him at all. Selina is gently rocking one of the babies in his crib, while she holds the other to her chest. She turns around, her lips slightly parts with shock when she sees the unexpected visitors. “Congratulations.” Helen says, hands pressed to her side. Selina l

Leon stands in front of the mirror, knotting his tie and making sure that he is perfect for this ceremony today. For the first time in twenty years, he will be attending an occasion to celebrate his parents, even in death, and their achievements. It's a big deal for him, and he is brooding over the matter. The twins are going to meet them at the venue, this is going to be the first time that they will all be attending something like this together. A soft knock sounds on the door, and Helen walks in. She looks pretty in her blue dress, and her makeup makes her look more like a disney princess, not just the badass doctor that she is. “Wow, you look very handsome.” She walks over to him and smoothens the sleeves of his suit. His eyes catch a fancy ring on her finger, a ring that he recognizes. To be honest, a diamond that size is hard to miss. “You're wearing Alex's ring.” Leon points out. She sighs, and puts her left hand behind her. It's like she is ashamed of the ring. “I have

Leon's face is frozen with shock. “What?” “Oh my God!” Her hand slaps over her mouth. “You don't want to get married? It's too soon?” “Oh, honey, it's not that. I want to marry you more than anything in the world, but I don't understand why you want to get married like today. What happened? Did someone say something mean to you?” MJ tries to speak at first, but it seems like the words are stuck in her throat. Leon grabs her hand and pulls her deeper into the garden. It's quiet, and dark, the best place for them to speak. Luckily for them, there is a bench there, and they sit down. “What's going on, MJ? I miss you, yes, but you seem to be going through something bigger. Tell me all about it.” MJ's hands cover her face. “I don't want to be her, I can't do that.” “What?” Leon squints his eyes. The more she speaks, the more confused he seems to be getting. “I don't want to be like Helen, Leon. Did you see what happened there? That's the saddest thing I have ever seen in my life.”

After the wedding, Alex takes his bride home, not straight to the airport to jet out of the city for a honeymoo, but into a car, back to his mansion.Helen sits as far away from him as possible, and looks out of the window the entire way. Alex is not hurt by this, he is busy catching up with his business on his phone. When they get to the Kane mansion, the place looks different to Helen. It's like the place has been clean, as if to hide the fact that the Kane family built this mansion with blood money…All the staff are standing outside in three lines, wearing clean uniforms and robotic smiles on their faces. As soon as Helen steps out of the car, she almost lets out a gasp because of their craziness. “The new madam is here, kneel to welcome the boss’ wife!” One of them orders in a thunderous voice, and they all fall to their knees. Helen is stunned by this, because she has lived with servants all her life, but no one has ever knelt to her before. She turns to Alex, her eyes d

Mrs Jones has never felt this way before about her husband. She couldn't sleep the entire night, so she stays in the living room with a hot cup of tea. The way her husband has suddenly changed has left a heavy weight on her shoulder. The kids are all out of the house. This is the time she is supposed to enjoy her retirement with her husband, but she can't. She hears the clearing of throat, and she sees her husband descending the stairs. “It's just three o'clock in the morning, why are you awake?” He asks as he sits down next to her. “Nothing serious, I'm just thinking about us, the kids….” He laughs. “They are out of the house now, we can have some peace of mind.” Mrs Jones drops the cup on the center table. “We need to talk, Jonathan.” Mister Jones feels his stomach knots. The moment he has been dreading has come. “Did the kids do something to you?” He asks. “Tell me, I will make sure that I discipline them appropriately.” “The kids,” she gives a hopeless snort. “It's not t