Sophia Jones sobbed heartily. She had never sobbed like that about any man. What if when she returns, Raymond is married to someone else?
Jessica Jones wheeled in. "You are still crying, Sophia?"
"I am going to miss him, Mother. Besides, I am scared. What if he gets married before I return? Another thing that scares me is Anthony. They have not found this killer. What if they appear while I leave and harm any of them? I will never forgive myself."
"I can help you find the killers before we leave."
Sophia stifled laughter. "I am being serious here, Mum."
Jessica rose up to her feet.
Sophia couldn't catch her breath at the sight. "M...Mum..."
Tears filled her eyes. "All those years, I had to sit in that chair so we would all be safe."
"What are you talking about, Mum?"
"I was once a member of that dangerous group."
Sophia gasped.
Fabian and Sydney rushed in.
They looked really shocked that their mother could walk.
"Sophia, I will use all my strength to help the Smiths find the killers. I know everything. Their passwords, everything!"
"Mother, why did you hide it from us for so long?" Sydney snarled.
"That was the only way I could preserve you."
They hugged her.
"Let's lock these people behind bars together," she whispered.
***
Will was curious about the woman his family had told him wanted to see him.
He recognized her immediately.
His first personal assistant many years ago who had disappeared. Mary Bush.
He was shocked. She had aged. "It has been a while, Mary," he said, shaking hands, ignoring the curious stares of his full family.
"My name is Jessica Jones."
He was confused. "You are not Mary?"
"Can we talk somewhere more quiet?" she said, darting a dissatisfied glance at their curious stares.
He led her to the study room upstairs.
While he sat and pointed out a seat, she placed her hands on the walls curiously and brought out implanted cameras he never knew were there.
He jumped to his feet and looked fearfully at her. "How on earth did that get there?"
"You have been careless about the people you employed as housekeepers." She turned to him. "By the way, I am the biological mother of Sophia Jones. And I feel so insulted that your family rejected my daughter because of status. You changed a lot, Will."
He gasped. "You are Sophia's mother?"
"Sit down, Will."
He reluctantly found his seat again. "I got into your organization with the connections of someone living under your nose. He is the sole owner of the dark forces that want to kill everyone in this house."
"Under my nose? What are you talking about?"
"First off, you have to promise that this stays between us."
"It will, Jessica."
"If any of your family members find out about this, you will never get hold of the dark forces, and they will eventually finish off your sons."
"Family member? Why did you leave?"
"I couldn't work with the dark forces anymore. I had to pretend I was lame for years." She flung a picture of herself sitting in a wheelchair to him. "I wanted to live a new quiet life until my daughter pulled me back to this world of mystery again."
He was too shocked. "I still find it so hard to believe that you are the biological mother of our Sophia."
She opened one of the office cupboards and brought out a pad. She began to sketch. "I will sketch the hideout of the dark forces, and I want you to watch the full detail."
"What is the next plan?"
***
Detective Grayson analyzed Jessica's intricate sketch, eyes narrowing as he traced every possible escape route, every blind spot in the hideout. He had been investigating the dark forces for years, yet each lead had led to nothing but dead ends—until now.
"Jessica, this is detailed. How did you manage to recall all this?" Grayson asked, leaning forward in Will Smith's study.
Jessica smirked. "I was part of them once, remember? I know their protocols, their contingency plans. I know who they answer to."
Grayson stiffened. "Who?"
Jessica met Will's eyes. "Jolie Smith."
The room fell into stunned silence.
"My brother?" Will's voice was barely above a whisper. "Jolie has been helping us catch these criminals for years. He's one of the heads of Smith Group."
Jessica shook her head. "He played the long game. Used his position to employ fake workers, infiltrate security, and sabotage Smith Group from the inside. All out of envy for you, Will. He built this network to destroy you."
Will clenched his fists. "No. There must be a mistake."
Grayson inhaled sharply. "We need a plan to expose him. Jessica, can you get us access to their next meeting?"
She nodded. "I can do better. I know their exact schedule. If we move quickly, we can intercept them tonight."
Grayson wasted no time. He contacted his most trusted officers, arranging for an elite task force to be stationed near the hideout. The plan was clear—Jessica would send a coded message, luring Jolie and his inner circle into a false sense of security. Then, they would strike.
Hours later, the dark forces convened in an abandoned warehouse. Jolie stood at the head, addressing his subordinates. "Smith Group's collapse is imminent. By next week, we move to phase three."
Before he could continue, red and blue lights flooded the warehouse. Armed officers stormed in, pinning men to the ground. Jolie turned, enraged, only to meet Grayson's knowing stare.
"Game's over, Jolie."
Jolie smirked. "You have no proof."
Jessica stepped forward, playing a recording of his speech. "Actually, we do. And so does the entire police force."
Jolie's smirk faltered. Officers clamped handcuffs around his wrists as Isla and Collins Slaves, his top enforcers, were dragged out alongside him.
Will watched in disbelief as his brother was taken away.
"Why, Jolie?" Will whispered, broken.
Jolie scoffed. "Because it should've been me leading Smith Group."
As he was escorted out, Sophia reached for her mother's hand. "You did it, Mum."
Jessica exhaled deeply. "We did it."
Grayson nodded. "And the Smiths are safe—for now."