It was weekend and Debby was preparing to head over to the restaurant, when she got a call from an unknown contact, informing her about Nicholas involving in an accident. She was texted the address of the hospital and she postponed her plans of going to the restaurant to check up on Nicholas.When she arrived at the hospital, Debby was directed to the ward, where Nicholas had been kept. She was informed by the doctor that Nicholas suffered heavy concussion during the accident but that he would be fine. Debby stared at his unconscious body and prayed silently within her heart that he would really be fine as the doctor had suggested. Still in the ward, Debby noticed a phone ringing and checked to see that it was Nicholas’s phone. She picked the call in an attempt to inform the caller of Nicholas's situation. “Nicholas! You must really think I am a fool, huh? I have waited for days and you haven’t showed up with my money? Do you want me to expose the DNA test results? I must assume Deb

“I am sorry father for all I have cost you.” She begged. Debby was still trying to adjust to the reality to being called a daughter and this was what triggered her to come back. “You don’t have to be hard on yourself, darling. You did what you believed was best for you.” Broderick said, stretching out his hands and reaching for Debby’s own. It was a surreal experience, getting to hold the hands of his long lost daughter once again. It made Broderick really feel very emotional.“I was careless to have let you get stolen from me. As powerful as I am, I never thought anyone would dare to come for my kid. I wished I was the one who raised you up, I wished you live with your sisters," Broderick had tears streamed down his eyes, "you even claimed to be my daughter and on two separate occasions I didn’t believe you. I didn't even recognize my own daughter again, I'm such a failure. I feel absolutely guilty.” Broderick admitted, while Debby rubbed his hands gently, a mechanism to sooth his

She sighed and realized that indeed, she had no other option but Nicolas to get her to work. She stepped into the car and Nicholas drove off to her corporation. But Nicholas didn't say any word. When they arrived at the corporation, Debby was about opening the door when she realized the door was locked by Nicholas.“What is this madness? Open this door now!” She demanded.“I will open the door, but I need you to hear me out," Nicholas begged. He had checked his wrist watch and realized she still have a couple of minutes to spare. Debby knew that there was nothing she could do at the moment. She had no other options available than to give Nicholas a listening ear.“I am listening…” She said after taking a look at her wrist watch. ...“Debby, the only reason why I had to pull the stunts I did against you was because I cared so much for you.” Nicholas explained, much to Debby's dismay. “You cared? Oh spare me the childish talk Nicholas!” She replied angrily. “If the DNA test results

The bells were jiggling, the songs of the weddings playing across the whole of Darkwood. The news about Harry Vernon getting consumated into marriage had spread like a wild fire and many who heard this, wondered who the lucky bride could beMeanwhile, Debby was staring at her beautiful self in the mirror. She was wrath in pure white, with diamonds placed at each helms of the gown. She wasn't the type that enjoyed make ups and instead chose a more natural self, despite the stylist complain.Harry had informed her only a week before about the wedding and while she thought it was a mere joke, the whole plans became serious, when Harry hired the best stylist out there to make a befitting gown for her."You looking like a working art, my dear." Debby smiled at the stylist compliment. She had a french accent to her tone."Mommy!" She turned around to see Fred fully dressed in a very expensive Italian sized suit. Debby smiled as her son looked all handsome and didn't fail to show it."Oh my

Harry was in his study room, reviewing some new books he had just ordered. But the door opened and Debby stepped in. He didn’t want to be disturbed and upon seeing her presence, he sighed in exasperation.“What do you want?” He asked, sitting upright. “I made us a good meal and I think you should try it yourself to see that I am certainly right.” Indeed, Debby had gone extra-miles to prepare the dishes. They were supposed to be in their honey moon, but Debby doubted if Harry had a clue about that.“This library is where I would eat. Bring it here.” Harry declared.“I cannot bring the food to the library, it would totally be inappropriate. I think eating the meal at the dinning would be better.” Harry looked up at Debby. She was looking totally stunning before his eyes. Harry stood up from the study room and made his way to the dinning table.Fred had been taken to Lord Vernon’s mansion to spend time with his grandfather. The excitement that the old man encompassed, when he saw Fred,