The explosion ripped through the air, a deafening roar that shook the very ground. A massive fireball erupted from the B wing of the hospital, sending broken glass and debris flying into the night sky. The sound was so loud, so sudden, that it made everyone nearby jump and scream. Inside the hospital, chaos broke out immediately. Doctors, nurses, and even the cleaning staff ran out, shouting, trying to get patients out of the building as fast as possible. There was a rapid evacuation happening, a rush of scared people trying to escape the spreading fire. The fire from wing B was moving fast, growing bigger, eating up more of the hospital.
Just about that time, Devon’s car screeched to a halt outside the hospital entrance. He had been rushing there, a bad feeling in his gut, and now he saw the nightmare in front of him. Smoke billowed into the sky, flames licked at the windows of the B wing, and people were running everywhere, screaming.
“Clara!” Devon
Ian Thompson, a man known for his cold and powerful nature, was not used to holding a person. He was used to holding contracts, shaking hands on big deals, and owning lands that spanned countries. But now, in the back of his sleek Rolls Royce, he held a woman. A woman he didn't know, her body soft and heavy in his arms. He looked at her, her face a mess of blood, soot, and bruises. Her clothes were torn and burnt. And a small, beautiful baby was clutched tightly to her chest. The baby was crying, a soft, scared sound, but she seemed okay.His driver, a man named Marcus, drove as fast as he could, the car’s quiet engine humming along the road. Ian looked down at the woman’s face, a flicker of something he wasn’t used to feeling. It wasn’t pity, not really. It was… a strange mix of shock and a deep, unsettling feeling that something was very wrong. This woman looked like she had been through a war. And why was she, a mother with a newborn, out here on the side of the road, in the middle
Rita, seeing the baby, and trying to get some answers, stepped forward. “So tell us, Yvonne,” she asked, her voice gentle but firm. “What really happened in there? And how are you with one of the babies? Where is the other one? And Clara?”Yvonne sighed, a dramatic, shaky breath. This was her moment. She was going to cook up a beautiful story for them, a tale of heroism and tragedy that would make her look like a selfless savior. “Well,” she began, her voice soft, filled with fake sorrow, “the nurse brought the babies for Clara to feed. After feeding the first twin, the nurse wanted to wait to take both of them back to the nursery. But I asked her… I insisted that she stays here with Clara, to make sure Clara was okay, while I took the first twin back to the nursery myself. I wanted to help, you know.”She paused, letting her words sink in, making sure her voice sounded sincere. “So I left the room with the b
The explosion ripped through the air, a deafening roar that shook the very ground. A massive fireball erupted from the B wing of the hospital, sending broken glass and debris flying into the night sky. The sound was so loud, so sudden, that it made everyone nearby jump and scream. Inside the hospital, chaos broke out immediately. Doctors, nurses, and even the cleaning staff ran out, shouting, trying to get patients out of the building as fast as possible. There was a rapid evacuation happening, a rush of scared people trying to escape the spreading fire. The fire from wing B was moving fast, growing bigger, eating up more of the hospital.Just about that time, Devon’s car screeched to a halt outside the hospital entrance. He had been rushing there, a bad feeling in his gut, and now he saw the nightmare in front of him. Smoke billowed into the sky, flames licked at the windows of the B wing, and people were running everywhere, screaming.“Clara!” Devon
“Yvonne! What the hell is going on? Why were you with Clara? And why did she scream my name like that?” His voice was low, dangerous, a clear threat. “Listen to me. If anything, anything happens to Clara, I swear to God, Yvonne, I will kill you. Do you understand me?”Yvonne, who was now at the hospital, her heart pounding from hitting Clara with the vase, heard his words. Her face twisted in a mix of fear and rage. How dare he threaten me for her! The thought burned through her. But this wasn’t about her anger right now. Her plans had changed. She wanted the news of Clara’s death to be what he heard first, a shock that would break him. But since Devon now knew she was with Clara, since he had heard Clara’s voice, the plans had to move fast. She had to act quickly before the entire Cage family made their way to the hospital.She forced her voice to sound calm, even a little breathless, like she had just gone through so
At the office, Devon was deep in a big meeting, trying to close an important deal. But even with all the numbers and serious talk, his mind kept going back to Clara. He felt a strange knot in his stomach, a worry he couldn't shake. He had never felt so much fear for her before. He tried to tell himself it was just because he missed her, that he was being silly.During a short break in the meeting, he quickly pulled out his phone. He tried to call Clara. He called her once, then twice. But her phone was off. It went straight to voicemail. That made the knot in his stomach tighter. He was just about to call the home phone at the mansion, to ask where she was and if she was okay, when his assistant called him back into the meeting. He had to put his worry aside and go back in.The meeting kept going. They were talking about a huge piece of land they needed to buy for a new project. One of the important people on the board said, “We have to get that land. But Mr. Tho
The morning after the big fight was strangely quiet at the Cage mansion. The air still felt thick with all the bad feelings from the night before, but everyone was trying to act normal. The drama of Devon telling everyone he loved Clara, and Nana saying he was cut off, had left a heavy cloud over the house. No one looked happy.Nana had a doctor’s checkup planned for that day. It was a regular thing, but today it felt like a way to escape the heavy air. She left the house with her son, Richard, after their heart to heart conversation regarding the love triangle Devon has created himself. Rita and Damien were invited to the Montgomery’s for lunch. Rita was not interested in the drama at home, not today, so she was happy to leave. She took Damien, and Elise and Arielle tagged along too, probably wanting to get away from the tension as well. Soon, the big mansion was almost empty.Yvonne left the house too, or at least, that’s what she made everyone believe. She got into her car, drove a