A bright sunny morning at Siloli mansion saw Tammy Flo strut purposefully into the kitchen. Since her marriage to ‘Badam’ Tammy Flo had been trying hard to assert her position in the household. She was a Simmington now (or so she thought, ‘Badam’ wasn’t who everyone thought he was) and Tammy Flo wanted everyone to treat her with the same respect that went with having the Simmington name. And that started with making sure the help knew she would be a force to be reckoned with.
Head cook Mrs Bummerson and head housekeeper Nannette saw Tammy Flo come in and casually walk around as if she were giving the room the once over with her stamp of approval. Both women then kept their heads down as they had heard how awful Tammy Flo had become since marrying into the Simmington family.
Quick as a flash Tammy Flo shut down poor Mrs Bummerson.
Mrs Bummerson said nothing and let Tammy Flo munch away at her muffins. And as she stuffed her face, in walked Texas. She liked to come and go through the kitchen entrance as it was the most direct access from her studio on the grounds of Siloli. As usual Texas had come her to mooch but the sight of Tammy Flo dressed up in riding gear and stuffing her face full of muffin was almost too much to let slide without comment.
The old expression was obviously lost on this simple girl that Texas already had lot of disdain for never mind the fact that she had eloped with her long lost ‘son’ Badam. This was something Texas had yet to address with Tammy Flo even though she was seething at the thought of it.
With her order place, Texas strolled around the table picking at some grapes from the fruit dish. Tammy Flo sensed the hostility from the woman and decided to provoke her even further because why not? She got a kick out tormenting this snooty nosed woman.
Texas force a very quick fake smile and replied with as much sarcasm as she could.
It was obvious, even to Tammy Flo, that this news was horrific for Texas to comprehend and Tammy Flo revelled in seeing her obvious disgust. Seeing the horror on Texas’s face was enough for Tammy Flo to declare this verbal smackdown a win for her. She left with a smirk on her face leaving Texas flabbergasted. She contemplated a future with this trashy niece of Brystle’s as her daughter-in-law and promptly decided there was no way in hell she would allow it to continue. Quickly an evil plan formulated in her calculating mind…
Upstairs in the mansion, Heathen was convalescing in his room when Brystle knocked on his door.
It pained Brystle seeing Heathen hurting so much. He’d been the only true friend to her from the moment she arrived at Siloli. He had been through a lot following the death of his husband Fred and the pain of losing him had almost cost Heathen his life when he had fallen drunkenly into the swimming pool. And he was getting no more peace in his sleep as his dreams were evidence of him reliving Fred’s death over and over again as he had fallen to his death down a flight of stairs at the opera house last year.
Brystle took a seat beside Heathen on the bed and gently held his hand in hers as she spoke to him.
Whilst Heathen and Brystle talked, Texas was making her way up the stairs of Siloli, intending on visiting Heathen in his room…
Back in the room Brystle hugged a distraught Heathen.
Seeing her distraught son being comforted by the woman she loathed, and the aunt of that trashy little tramp Tammy Flo, was too much for Texas. She sternly interrupted the tender scene being played out in front of her.
Heathen slowly sunk back down on his bed as Brystle looked over at Texas and saw that she meant business. Rather than cause a scene in the room, Brystle obliged the request.
Once they were out of earshot in the corridor, a fuming Texas launched herself at Brystle.
Brystle decided not to rise to Texas’s anger. Instead she smiled back at her rival rather sickly sweetly.
Sensing that she would not get a rise out of Brystle this way, Texas changed tactics and went for the jugular. And it worked…
Feeling like she had just wounded a kitten, Texas went in for the kill.
Texas finished off by slamming the door shut behind her as she sashayed into Heathen’s room leaving a fearful Brystle full of doubt and worry…
Across town, the Simmington private jet had landed at a private airstrip. Onboard was WindenburgSimmington lawyer Andre Wayward. He had returned from Shang Simla along with the newly released from prison Mayhew Drysdale, former employee of Burke’s company.
The previous year, Burke had sent Mayhew overseas to oversee the expansion of WindenburgSimmington in the Simlinese market. It was also a ploy to keep Mayhew away from Burke’s wife Brystle as at the time he didn’t trust the man around his wife knowing that they had had an affair with one another prior to Burke marrying Brystle. Whilst Mayhew was stationed overseas he became the victim in the power struggle between Cyril Dolby and Burke with Cyril falsely setting up Mayhew as a spy thus ending an important billion Simoleon contract for Burke with the Simlinese government and Mayhew locked up in prison.
But after new evidence was presented to Burke that it was a set up, Burke threatened Cyril with exposure and ordered Mayhew to be released and his contract restored. And so with trepidation, Burke waited outside the aircraft hanger as Mayhew and Andre walked down the steps off the jet.
Hearing this hit home to Burke just how hard it must be for Mayhew. Whilst he wasn’t directly responsible for him being locked up Burke did send him to Shang Simla as a means of getting him out of Brystle’s life. For that he did feel a sense of remorse that Mayhew had been caught up in Cyril’s vendetta.
As he went to shake his hand, Burke noticed the cuts and scrapes on Mayhew’s knuckles. Coupled with the scars on his face it was obvious he’d endured a lot of violence whilst in the prison. Mayhew however declined the handshake.
Burke nodded quickly in acceptance and in silence they began to walk towards the waiting limo.
Mayhew wasn’t so sure on that. The last he’d seen of his wife she had called an end to their marriage. How would she react seeing him again? And the fact that they were now going to be under the same roof as Brystle, the woman who Mayhew once loved…and perhaps still did….
The journey back to Siloli was an awkward silent one between the 2 men. Burke asked a few questions of Mayhew but his one syllable responses made Burke realise that there wasn’t much point in discussing civilities with him. Mayhew obviously, and understandably, held a massive grudge against Burke. Perhaps he would see things differently in a few days.
Once they arrived at the mansion they were greeted by Brystle in the hallway.
There passed a momentary pause between the 2 former lovers , almost as if they had more to say to one another but couldn’t in the presence of Burke. A fact that he himself did not let go unnoticed.
Burke clapped his hands together and moved the conversation on in an effort to break the silence. Upstairs, Malaudia was making her way down to face the husband who she hadn’t seen in a year.
Seeing his wife again was an emotional moment for Mayhew and he struggled to hold back the tears. There was so much he wanted to say to her but would she allow him the chance?
Malaudia slowly walked up to her husband looking deeply into his eyes as she did so. It seemed unreal having him here in front of her after everything that had happened. She slowly reached out and stroked his scarred cheek.
This was a bittersweet moment for Brystle seeing her former lover reunite with his wife. Above all she was happy to see them together after everything they’d both been through. But the chemistry she and Mayhew had felt was still there and he longingly looked at her as he held his wife.
At which point Burke decided to take Brystle away from this intimate reunion.
But Burke wasn’t so sure Brystle meant what she said. He gave her a quick glance then went into his study. Brystle paused before entering and looked around at the reunited couple. Seeing Mayhew again was causing a lot of mixed emotions for her…ones she shouldn’t be feeling. With a sigh Brystle joined her husband in his study and closed the door behind her.
Meanwhile Malaudia and Mayhew kissed passionately in the hall way as they were reunited.
With that, Mayhew fell to his knees and sobbed.
Mayhew’s tears continued as Malaudia held him close to her. The Drysdale’s were reunited through their grief and loss for their daughter. But would this be enough for them to reconcile for good???
That evening in the home of Giles Scott, now Giles Dolby, Cyril had arrived. After discovering that the young man, and world famous soccer star, was his secret son, Cyril had brushed off his recent losses to Burke and WindenburgSimmington and instead decided to focus on getting to know the young man with a renewed vigour and energy. Giles, whilst curious about this man who was his father, was still prickly about the whole thing. He was angry with his mother Skankee for keeping it a secret and he was wary of the slippery businessman.
This didn’t really sound appealing to Giles.
And this was no lie for Cyril indeed was dying but only a few people knew of the condition. This news stunned Giles.
This was the last thing Giles had expected to hear and it was overwhelming news.
Cyril had the evil Sims trait which meant he had no trouble telling a convincing lie. This was far from the reason that Skankee had fled Windenburg all those years ago and kept her pregnancy a secret. But Cyril wasn’t about to reveal to his son just how wicked and corrupt he was. And what better way than to make Skankee out to be the one in the wrong for it was having th e desired effect he wanted – Giles bought it.
Just then Skankee walked out onto the lanai not knowing that her dreaded ex-husband was on the premises. Seeing him with her son stopped her dead in his tracks.
Skankee nervously approached them both.
Cyril stepped forward and draped his arm over his son’s shoulders, much in the way a cobra would crush it’s prey. The sight of it turned Skankee’s stomach.
Knowing how manipulative Cyril was and how easily led Giles could be Skankee struggled to accept what was happening. Her son and ex-husband stood side by side united. It was everything she’d feared would happen.
A tearful Skankee turned and ran out as fast as her high heeled shoes would allow. Giles made to go after her but Cyril held him back. Instead Giles called after her.
Inside the house by the front door, Skankee grabbed her car keys from a bowl on the sideboard. She paused for a moment to catch her breath. Cyril had wormed his way into Giles’s life. It may only be a matter of time before he discovered the truth about her other secret she’d brought to Windenburg. And realising the enormity of that, Skankee made her way to his apartment across town…
At the apartment of Thordon Gompson, the candle lit dinner table was set and the red nectar was served.
Joining the young lawyer for this romantic meal was Fathom Dolby. The pair of them had struck up flirtatious conversations on a couple of occasions but it had not gone any further. So when Thordon had boldly messaged his boss’s daughter and invited her over for dinner he did so with the intention it would lead to something more…And to his delight Fathom had readily agreed.
Once seated, Thordon began by explaining his choices for this evening’s banquet for two.
Despite her marriage to Seth recently improving, Fathom was curious about this handsome stranger and wanted to know more about him.
This stopped Fathom in her tracks. Thordon certainly was true to his word- he did say what he wanted. Despite this being a very similar quality to her, Fathom was not happy with this remark.
Thordon looked away at this . He knew he’d overstepped his mark and was instantly regretting it.
Just then there came a frantic ringing of the front doorbell interrupting the moment.
Fathom knocked back her nectar as Thordon opened the door to his apartment. And he was a little taken aback to see his friend, and former boss/client, Skankee on his doorstep looking visibly upset.
Back at the dining table, Fathom rolled her eyes. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing! Was it really the same woman, Giles’s mother, who had shown up unannounced? Getting up and walking over to the entrance Fathom saw that it unbelievably was the same woman who had more or less shooed her away the first time she met her! What the Sims was she doing here being comforted by Thordon?!
Fathom had had enough of this and decided to break up the tender scene being played out before her.
Needless to say this was not the kind of evening Thordon had envisioned. How did Skankee and Fathom know one another and why was Skankee so dead against her being here?
The vibe had changed for Fathom and quite frankly she didn’t want to be dealing with an interfering mother figure. But before she left she decided to antagonise Skankee even further by putting her arms around Thordon and holding him in a tight embrace!
Fathom kissed her finger then pressed it against Thordon’s lips much to the horror of Skankee. Both she and Thordon watched in silence as Fathom made her exit.
Once Fathom had left, Thordon spun around and confronted Skankee. He needed to know what on earth had just happened.
Thordon saw that Skankee’s hand was trembling. His anger had potentially frightened an already distressed Skankee and he decided to cool it down a notch with her. After all, she had looked out for him his whole life.
Skankee knew that she could no longer keep the truth from Thordon. All the lies she’d told and led to everything that had happened tonight with both him and Giles. It was time to be honest.
Thordon took a step back as he was presented with this shocking news. It took a moment before he could muster a single word.
Skankee’s heart was racing by this point but there was no going back now. She had to tell him the truth… the WHOLE truth…
So finally the truth was out in the open. And it was hitting Thordon…Badam…like a tonne of bricks.
Thordon was no longer holding his anger back. Skankee had seen this terrible, angry side to him before on many occasions and it was something she wasn’t comfortable with. If only he would let her explain why she had made the choices she had.
For the second time that evening a tearful Skankee made a hasty exit from a volatile scene. Thordon slammed the door after her before feelings of nausea swarmed over him and he had to run to the bathroom to be violently sick.
Thordon slowly got up and poured him self a large glass of water from the tap, gulping it down. The enormity of what he’d been told was causing a panic attack in him.
He poured a second glass and drunk it just as quickly then, after a moment, his breathing had returned to normal and he looked upon himself in the mirror. And it was then he realised that he was not Thordon Gompson at all…he was in fact someone else entirely…And he had to face that fact that his life from now on was going to be somewhat different.
A full moon shone high in the crisp clear night sky above Windenburg. It cast an eerie glow on the ground below. Particularly over Siloli mansion, and the unresponsive body floating in the swimming pool. A few moments had passed since a drunken Heathen had come stumbling out of the mansion following a blazing row with his father and had fallen over, knocking himself unconscious as he hit the water.
Burke, upset at the row that had ensued between them, had asked Joseph, the major-domo of the house, to assist in finding him. Whilst Joseph searched the west wing, Burke stepped out onto the pool lanai and was horrified to see the sight of his son’s lifeless body in the pool.
Burke wasted no time by springing into action as he jumped into the pool to save his son.
As Joseph helped Burke in getting Heathen out of the pool, at the front of the mansion Seth and Fathom were just returning home from a night out.
They soon found out that their skinny dipping would not be happening as they had hoped for they were greeted with the sight of Joseph and Buke laying out an unconscious Heathen on the floor. Realising his son was not breathing, Burke quickly began performing cpr on him.
Joseph grabbed his cell phone and called for help as a shaken Fathom was comforted by Seth.
It was not looking good- Heathen was not responding at all but Burke would not give up. As he fought frantically to save his son’s life, Joseph looked at Seth and the unspoken fear that Heathen was dead passed between them. The next seconds would be crucial in saving Heathen’s life…
Across town, furious football star Giles Scott had arrived home after a blazing with his mother Skankee in the restaurant. He’d just learned from her that she had lied to him his whole life about his father – that he wasn’t dead at all and was in fact billionaire businessman Cyril Dolby!
Giles poured himself a large glass of nectar and downed it in one before pouring himself another. Skankee walked in after getting a cab back from the restaurant. She had hated herself for lying to Giles all of these years but she had good reason to. But seeing Giles like this she didn’t hold out much hope for him being understanding. He was hurt and betrayed and Skankee wanted to put things right.
Giles aggressively stepped forward to his mother.
Skankee had seen her son like this before – he always had had an anger management problem. It was time to speak more firmly to him to make him listen.
Giles flung his glass onto the floor shattering it into a hundred pieces before marching through the broken glass and leaving the house. Not even a plea from his mother would stop him.
Giles stood at the edge of his driveway his mind racing as to what to or where to go. The night beckoned him and he needed to get away from here, away from Skankee.
In the space of one evening Giles’s life had been turned upside down. He was a Dolby, the secret son of one of the richest men in the Sims world. And it was time to know what sort of a man Giles Dolby would become….
The Simmington clan were gathered in the ICU. Burke, Fathom and Seth waited to hear on news of Heathen.
Burke had managed to get his son breathing just as the ambulance arrived. A frantic dash across town and now he was in the hands of a Dr Dennis Elbow.
Burke, Fathom and Seth watched on through the window in the corridor as the doctor completed his assessment of his patient hooked up to various equipment keeping him alive.
Just then the corridor doors burst open and there was loud clack of high heel shoes on a tiled floor as Texas Simmington rushed in. She’d been on a date with Cyril Dolby when Seth had called her to tell her of the news.
Hearing that Burke had been arguing with their son prior to this caused Texas to snap.
Texas was quiet for a second then the fear took hold of her again and she was once again frantic with worry.
As Burke spoke firmly but reassuringly regarding Heathen’s condition, Dr Dennis Elbow stepped out from the treatment room to give his update.
A shell shocked Texas and Burke went slowly into the room to see their son. Meanwhile the enormity of what she’d just learned about her brother, who she loved more than anyone, was too much for Fathom to comprehend. She felt the beginnings of a panic attack overtake her.
As Seth went to check on Fathom, Texas and Burke stood together by Heathen’s bedside. The only noise in the room were the beeps coming from the life support machine keeping their son alive. Texas moved place a trembling hand onto his chest and spoke softly through her tears.
Outside in the corridor, Brystle had come down from her ward a few floors above where she had been staying following her fall from the horse. She wasn’t sure which room Heathen was in but suddenly she caught sight of them through the observation window.
Seeing her son in an unresponsive state was too much for Texas and she turned to her former husband for the comfort and support she needed right now. As Burke wrapped his arms around her Texas broke down in tears.
Even though it shouldn’t have, seeing Burke hold his former wife like that hurt and stunned Brystle. This was not the first time she was suspicious of them for the first night she was in the hospital Brystle had called Burke late at night only to be greeted by Texas on the phone. And now seeing them together like this was too much to comprehend.
Was she losing Burke? Would he eventually leave her and go back to his ex-wife? Brystle didn’t know but felt that she was not needed here, not at this time. She wasn’t Heathen’s mother. And nor would she ever have that bond with Burke following her riding fall…
By mid morning, Burke had called his half sister Devonique to inform her of what had happened to Heathen in the early hours. Devonique was stunned to hear the news but secretly she had feared something like this was inevitable.
Heathen had been at her house the night before for dinner. And it was apparent that he was still deeply in love and grieving for his husband, Devonique’s son Fred. And seeing Frankie, Fred’s identical twin brother, was confusing Heathen and giving him false hope. This was confirmed when she’d caught Heathen kissing Frank and Frank had reacted badly causing Heathen to runout.
Devonique had tried to warn her son Frank about all of this but he wouldn’t listen. And now as she saw him out swimming in her pool, she knew she had to make him see sense – it was time for him to leave and return to the army. Heathen did not need to be seeing him for he would not recover from his grieving the longer Frank stayed in town.
Walking assertively out to the pool, Devonique called to her son and he stopped swimming to listen.
Frank swam across to the pool ladder and climbed out.
With a sigh Frank reluctantly realised his mother was right. But yet there was part of him that did not want him to go. A feeling…a desire….
Something wasn’t ringing true for Devonique with what Frank was saying. This was appearing to run deeper than what Frank was giving away…
As his mother walked back inside, Frank cursed himself for not being more careful with Heathen. It was obvious he was still grieving deeply for Fred. But the longer Frank had spent getting to know Heathen, the more he had begun developing feelings that he never thought he had….
By the following day, Heathen was still in a coma and Texas was maintaining a bedside vigil with her son. She loved her children dearly but had felt she had a special bond with Heathen. As she spoke with heartfelt emotion to her unconscious son in the hope that he could find his way back hearing her voice, Texas was unaware that her daughter Fathom had entered the room behind her.
Fathom had not allowed herself to become close to her mother following her return into their lives. Normally she would have had a snarky comment to make but this was not the time nor the place to make one. And for once, Texas sounded absolutely genuine in her concern and it stopped Fathom in her tracks.
Having no response from Heathen upset Texas all the more and she put her head down by his side and gently wept. This brought a tear to the normally steely Fathom. Could she be softening her response to her mother? Fathom quickly shook off those feelings and moved over to the other side of the bed as Texas sat up, surprised to see her daughter appear.
Part of her wanted to believe her mother but the other part of her didn’t trust the woman. In any event, Fathom reluctantly found herself agreeing to set aside their differences.
Sensing a breakthrough with her daughter, Texas sprung to her feet to seize the opportunity.
The sound of Heathen muttering made Texas rush to his side. She frantically stroked his hair as she spoke to him.
Fathom raced out of the room to get some help. Texas leaned in even closer to her son as he gradually began to emerge from his coma.
Texas tearfully kissed her son and held him close thanking the Sims universe that he had come back to her.
Around an hour or so later, Heathen was sat up in the bed with his mother and sister either side of him and Dr Dennis Elbow was giving the verdict of his assessments.
Heathen hated having a fuss made of him at the best of times and this was no exception. All he wanted to do was show he was fine so that he could leave and go home…and see a certain someone…
Fathom and Texas looked at one another in shock at the mention of Fred’s name. They then looked down at Heathen who was unaware of why they both looked worried but was more worried where his husband was…
After spending over a week in hospital following her horse riding fall and subsequent miscarriage, today was the day that Brystle returned home to Siloi.
Burke accompanied her back from the hospital in his limo and the two of them were making their way towards to front door of their home.
Before they went in, there was something that Brystle had to get off her mind.
Was Burke delusional Brystle thought to herself? Surely he must realise that Texas’s goal had been to try split them up. Hell would freeze over before they became friends. In fact, the only real friend Brystle thought she had in the house was with Nanette, the head of housekeeping. And that was exactly who greeted them as they walked inside. Brystle was glad to see a friendly face.
As they walked further inside they were met by Seth and Fathom who had just come down from upstairs.
There was no knowing if Fathom was being sarcastic to her or genuine but given their past history Brystle decided it was the former. Fathom truly was her mother’s daughter through and through.
That was definitely another dig aimed at her Brystle thought but before she could say anything Burke had chuckled and guided them all towards the drawing room. Inside that room Tammy Flo and ‘Badam’ (who was not the long lost Simmington older child but in fact a fraud put in place by Cyril Dolby) were getting ready to surprise them all with news of their shotgun wedding in Les Vagas.
As everyone walked in ‘Badam’ cracked open the giant bottle of shimpagne.
It was quickly apparent that news of their surprise nuptials had not gone down well with the Simmington clan. ‘Badam’ did his best to drum up a bit of support from his fake family but Burke was not having any of it.
To break the awkward silence, Tammy Flo offered to be the one to tell Heathen.
Later that day, new WindenburgSimmington employee Thordon Gompson was busy settling into his new apartment. He’d been taken on as part of the legal team at Burke’s company, recommended by Skankee Dolby. In fact it had seemed that Skankee insisted Thordon leave her company, Skankee’s Candles, and move all the way from Falicornia on the west coast to this much smaller state further eastside. Skankee had been a huge influence in Thordon’s life growing up, being there and taking him in when his parents died, supporting him through law school and then giving him his first break legal break as a lawyer for her firm. Then all of a sudden, she forced him to come to Windenburg and the next thing he knew he was working for one of the biggest companies in the known Sim world!
Whatever the reason, Thordon was grateful. This was an amazing opportunity fior him and he intended to make it a success. Besides, Windenburg was a great city and state, he’d already made a tonne of new friends, Giles was living in the city too and lastly there was a certain someone who had caught his eye….a certain boss’s daughter by the name of Fathom….
He was just thinking about her when there came a knock at his apartment door.
There was a connection between them Thordon thought and he sensed that Fathom felt it too.
Thordon went to make a drink and Fathom surveyed the spectacular view from the living room windows.
Thordon knew Fathom was married, he’d heard the gossip. But that had never stopped him in the past with his previous lovers and it was clear that Fathom was the type of girl who didn’t let such a thing as a husband stand in her way either.
Thordon then led Fathom from room to room .
That only left one room…and it was right behind these double doors…
She wasn’t sure what it was but there came a sudden realisation over Fathom…that perhaps this was something she should not be doing. She had to leave…
Fathom thrived on excitement and risk but something felt wrong here…off even…something wasn’t just right about this situation developing between them at all..
A few days later, Burke was hard at work in his office along with his trusted attorney Andre Wayward signing off on a new contract deal for the company.
Just then Burke’s phone rang – it was his secretary calling.
The door opened and Ditsy strutted into Burke’s office.
Andre gathered his papers and left the office. Once alone, Burke was curious as to why socialite Ditsy Von Klinkerhoffen, who had fought with Fathom at his wedding to Brystle, was here.
This was not what he expected to hear from Ditsy. But it was sounding like she was about to reveal some piece of important information to him.
Burke nodded and they moved over to the large screen. Ditsy inserted the USB device and hit play on the remote. The video began to play. It was of the old ruins in Windenburg, late at night. Fred Rimmard was stood waiting and the audio picked up on what he said.
The drama unfolded onscreen as Cyril Dolby was exposed as the culprit, the mastermind behind the whole plan.
A few skyscrapers over, Cyril Dolby was having a board meeting in his office when a furious Burke barged his way in.
Taking his seat on the board table Burke pressed play on the remote and let the video play. At first Cyril was bored by what was unfolding but when he realised what the video was he turned pale.
Burke got out of his chair and moved to stand beside a seated Cyril. He switched the video off and there was a momentary silence as Cyril contemplated on what to do.
Cyril slowly stood up. In a flash Burke was on him, wrapping his hands tightly around his throat and strangling him!
Cyril gasped, his eyes bulged. His vision was beginning to fade. And just when he thought Burke would finish him off there and then, he was released suddenly causing him to fall to the floor gasping.
Burke couldn’t believe what he was hearing from his rival.
It went against every principle that Burke had. But he knew how slippery Cyril could be. Sure he hadn’t expected this video to surface but along the way he always had traps set that should anything happen to him or he be caught out then someone else would pay. He’d already revealed that Fathom would go to prison for he’d set it up to look like she had paid the jury off in Burke’s trial a few months back. Young Fred had paid with is life and Heathen had been threatened too. Now Mayhew Drysdale could potentially never see freedom again if Burke didn’t do as Cyril wanted. He had no choice but to reluctantly agree…but with a condition of his own…
With the tables turned on Cyril for once Burke marched out of the office. Was alone, the great and powerful Cyril Dolby crumpled to the floor. Never in his life did he feel alone and scared as he did now. There had to be a way out of this…there had to be…
4000 miles away the next day, the warden of Shang Simla Maximum Security Prison had to deliver a message to one of the prisoners. It was not something he would normally do , this was a guard’s duty. But as the order had come straight from the government, the warden felt duty bound to deliver it. He made his way down the wing where the most volatile and violent prisoners were kept locked up 23 hours a day. He stopped outside the cell of the prisoner he was looking for and peered in at him.
The prisoner was covered in bruises all over his body. He’d obviously been fighting in the 1 hour he was allowed out. This was typical behaviour of him. Ever since he’d been sent here on charges of spying almost a year ago this prisoner was always fighting. Well, at least after tomorrow it would no longer be the warden’s concern he reasoned as he opened the cell door and let himself in.
Prisoner 884 waited until he heard the door being locked behind him until he moved. He staggered on unsteady feet to the sink and held on for support as the enormity of what he’d just been told sank in. Freedom….
He trembled with emotion. He would see his daughter, his wife, his home again after all. This nightmare was over for him….But for someone else it was just about to begin…The emotion soon gave way to anger….a boiling rage inside him….a desire to make those who put him in here and ruined his life pay…..Slowly he straightened himself up and looked into the mirror.
Oh yes….Burke Simmington and his associates would pay for this. They sent him to this place and then framed him to ensure he would never see Brystle again. He was sure of that.
And as sure as night followed day, Mayhew Drysdale would make Burke Simmington pay….
Cutting through the highway traffic at breakneck speed, the ambulance carrying Brystle raced towards the hospital. The alarm had been raised when Brystle’s horse had returned back to the stables at Siloli mansion unaccompanied. Groundsman Terry spotted the horse wondering around and as he knew where Brystle had been riding he called a few of the other workers from the house and they conducted a search of the area. They soon found an unconscious Brystle lying in the meadow where the horse had thrown her and an ambulance was summoned. Brystle remained unconscious even as she was loaded into the ambulance and realising the seriousness of her injuries considering she was pregnant, the paramedics wasted no time in getting her to the hospital.
Brystle was rushed into the E.R. bypassing all other patients waiting to be seen. Afterall, she was a Simmington and Burke had contributed hundreds of thousands of Simoleons to this hospital. The healthcare team knew the importance of ensuring Brystle received the best care possible.
Time passed. Brystle was seen by the best doctor at the hospital.
Burke had been called from home and told about what had happened to Brystle. He immediately suspended his meetings at WindenburgSimmington and left his top lawyer Andre Wayward in charge as he raced across town to get to the hospital. As he paced the corridor outside Brystle’s room and wondered how on earth this had happened, Burke didn’t notice that Clarke Hemmings had also arrived.A furious Burke spun around and faced the man who was making their lives a misery.Before Burke could respond, the door to Brystle’s room opened and out came the doctor seeing to her.
Upon seeing her, both men stopped their bickering and listened as the doctor spoke with calm authority.
Dr Pippa Mint then delivered some devastating news to Burke….
The reality of what Dr Mint had said hit like a truck. Brystle would never have a child. This news numbed Burke into silence as he considered the impact of it all.
Clarke stepped back, genuinely upset at what he too had heard. He felt for Brystle. Seeing Burke broken made him realise this was not the time nor the place to be squabbling and so he left quietly.
Once inside the room, Burke tenderly held Brystle’s hand and stroked her hair as she gradually came around. Seeing Burke she broke down in tears.
There was no words that Burke could say that would make Brystle or himself feel any comfort. Instead, as his wife sobbed on the bed, he gently lay down beside her and held her tight as they both came to terms with their loss.
The following day saw Skankee Dolby, former wife to ruthless billionaire businessman Cyril Dolby, arrive at the headquarters of his company. Skankee had returned to Windenburg hoping to convince her ex husband to put a stop to his lying. She knew that he had lied to world when he’d claimed to have found the long lost Simmington heir Badam. The man who he’d presented to the world as Badam Simmington was NOT who he claimed to be. Skankee knew this as fact. For she herself knew the truth about the REAL Badam Simmington and what had happened to him when he went missing many years ago. The guilt she carried of her part in the deception all those years ago still ate away at Skankee and she knew the only way she would find peace was to convince Cyril to stop what he was doing and come clean. But knowing how devilish her ex-husband could be, Skankee knew she had a struggle on her hands.
Cyril was equally surprised to be informed that his ex-wife was not only back in town but was requesting to see him. Curious he allowed his secretary to show her in.
Skankee slowly sat down opposite her ex-husband. The sight of him made her skin crawl, not because of how ill he looked but due to all of the memories of how cruel and evil he had been came to the forefront of her mind. Cyril, meanwhile, studied his former wife with a warped novelty. It amused him to see her again after such a long time.
So there it was. The real reason why Skankee had come to see him. Cyril considered his response carefully.
There was a moment of silence between the former couple. Eventually Cyril got up from his desk and made his way to pour himself a drink. For a second it looked like he was very unsteady on his feet Skankee thought.
Skankee was unaware, as were most people, that Cyril Dolby was dying. He’d received his diagnosis some months ago after contracting Rabid Rodent Fever. Ironic considering he was such a rat of a man himself.
What Skankee had said was true. Cyril HAD taken Badam Simmington as a child. He was furious when he discovered that a young Texas was not only cheating on Burke but also on HIM! He was the man who secretly followed her to the river that day many years ago when she went on a picnic with her toddler son Badam and her secret lover Todger Rhymes. Cyril had watched them from afar and was so incensed with anger when he saw Texas and Todger canoodling on the picnic rug. They hadn’t even noticed young Badam wander off to the waters edge. And that was when Cyril had ceased his chance and snatched the child away and thus beginning the 20 odd year mystery of what happened to Badam Simmington.