Moses drove like one who had little patience left for consequences.His car surged forward, its engine humming with a deceptive calm that didn't match the storm raging inside him. His jaw was tight, teeth clenched so hard it felt like they might crack.Every few seconds, a curse slipped past his lips."Damn fools the Maguire are...all of them!"His mind circled over and over again around Daniella.How long would it take him to get to her? Thirty minutes? Forty-five, if the damn traffic turned ugly? That was just too long. Everything suddenly felt too slow and exposed.If the Maguires could track his past relationship with Vivian, then Daniella wouldn't be hard to get.He exhaled sharply, fingers tightening even more around the wheel. He needed to get to her, and get her out of their reach really fast."She'd take the next flight," he muttered as he drove.The papers could be arranged quickly. Money wasn't the problem here. Time was.The city continued to blur past him as he pushed the

Derrick's eyes remained fixed on the monitor, but he wasn't seeing the speeding car anymore. His mind had already leapt ahead as he connected the conversation between Moses and Vincent. Slowly, he turned his head to see that Dominic's eyes were on him. "The Maguires were backing Moses all along," he said quietly, his jaw tightening. Dominic exhaled through his nose. "I knew they were behind it somehow," he muttered. Derrick's hand curled into a fist, and he slammed it down hard against the desk. "Damn it!" The impact echoes sharply. "We've been playing catch-up while they've been controlling the board from the very start." On the screen, the car tore through the open road, sirens wailing behind it, and Vincent's voice still bleeding through the speakers. It was fainter now, but still present. Desperation had consumed the vehicle, and time was slipping. "We need to do something–now," Derrick added, his voice lower, but no less urgent. "I'm in!" the operator's voice cut through

Derrick stopped the moment he stepped through the hospital doors.His eyes met Ivy's across the lobby, and in that instant, she saw the urgency that lay in it.For a second, neither of them moved.Then Dominic brushed past Derrick, his pace unbroken. He swiftly headed toward the direction the stretchers had disappeared. But Derrick didn’t follow. He remained where he stood, eyes still fixed on Ivy. He didn't expect to meet her there, as he thought she would have left for home by then. Now, here he was–standing right before his wife with no reasonable explanation.Ivy took a step toward him, her gaze flicking briefly around the lobby before settling back on him."Go," she said in a voice barely above a whisper. There was no hesitation in her voice, only understanding.Derrick nodded once, then he turned and dashed forward—his stride quick and purposeful as he disappeared down the corridor after Dominic.Ivy watched him until he vanished from sight. Then she exhaled slowly.“You’re luc

Derrick changed into a pair of loose dark pyjamas before stepping out of the room with Ivy.Everyone was already seated around the dining table when they got there.Pa Lorenzo sat at the head of the table, his posture upright. His face carried a sort of brightness that Derrick hadn't seen in a long time. Ma Lorenzo sat right beside him, her expression composed but distant, and her fingers resting lightly against her cutlery.Ivy's parents were seated just further down. They were engaged in a quiet conversation as Derrick entered. Elissa, Samantha, and Jane occupied the other side right next to Moses’ mother.She sat slightly apart, her posture relaxed, and her face unreadable as always. She had no visible strain, and no sign of grief in any way–only the same blank stillness that made it impossible to tell what she felt. Derrick inclined his head slightly. “Good evening all."“Ah, Derrick!” Pa Lorenzo responded almost immediately, his voice carrying a cheerful weight that made Derric

"Daniella!!"The sound of Moses' continuous screaming tore through the morning stillness of the hospital corridor. And in no time, the door to his room bursted open.Two nurses entered first, followed closely by a doctor. Their presence filled the room quickly as they closed around Moses' bed."Sir, you need to lie back–""Careful, he mustn't strain–"Moses barely heard these. His gaze darted wildly, searching the room in great horror."Daniella...she was just here–" he forced out, his voice cracking against the dryness in his throat. "Daniella–!"His body lurched once more, a crude attempt to rise that only collapsed under the weight of pain. One of the nurses quickly moved to steady him, her hands pressing firmly against his shoulder."Please sir, you're going to worsen your condition–""Get off–!" The resistance came too weakly. "My shares. The–my rights to ownership!"The doctor stepped closer. "He's clearly facing a trauma. We need to calm him down."Moses shook his head, breath