Bobby Briggs was putting the finishing touches on his own plan to destroy T&T and take it down permanently, while Sarah and Derrick wrestled with Betty's betrayal and Bobby's a serious threat, not realizing the secret, dark plan.

Bobby was seated in a poorly lit room, concentrating on his desk tasks with the light from his computer screen shining on his face. Smiling, he joyfully finalized his plan, relishing the thought of getting even with the company that had turned him down for so long.


While preparing to proceed with the next part of his plan, his phone unexpectedly rang and he was greeted with a call. Bobby appeared annoyed when he picked up the phone and frowned. "What is that?" he snapped.

Marshall Briggs's cold and menacing voice crackled through the phone at the other end of the line. "Bobby, we need to talk," he stated, his tone allowing no room for debate.

Bobby's blood ran cold at the sound of his father's voice. He knew that when Marshall Briggs called, it meant trouble. "What do you want, Dad?" he asked.


Marshall Briggs wasted no time getting to the point. "I've been hearing rumors about your plans to strike at T&T," he said, his voice like ice. "Is this true?"

Bobby's mind raced as he tried to process his father's unexpected reaction. He had expected anger and opposition, not encouragement. "Yes, Dad, it's true," he admitted. "I'm finally going to take down the company that ruined our family."


Marshall Briggs's voice softened with approval. "Good," he said, his tone filled with pride. "I always knew you had it in you, Bobby. Now go and make us proud."

Bobby was overcome with fear when he heard his father's words. He understood that crossing Marshall Briggs was dangerous, as he could face serious repercussions if he interfered with his intentions.

Bobby experienced a wave of comfort after hearing his father's words. Knowing he had Marshall Briggs's backing, he believed he could finally exact his desired vengeance on T&T. Ending the call, he resumed his plotting with certainty that no obstacle could stop him.

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At the same time, Sarah and Derrick were seated in the poorly lit diner, trying to process the shocking news of Betty's disloyalty and Bobby's evil intentions. They were aware that time was running out to halt him, so they had to move quickly to save what they cherished.

"Derrick, we need to put an end to him," Sarah exclaimed, her voice showing strong resolve. "We mustn't allow Bobby to escape the consequences of his actions."

Derrick nodded, showing his strong determination with his clenched jaw. "I understand, Sarah," he said, in a firm tone. 'Nonetheless, a plan is necessary. We cannot just rush in without a strategy and anticipate everything to go smoothly.

Sarah sighed, running her hand through her hair in frustration. She inquired, "I understand that, but what alternatives do we possess?"

Derrick took a deep breath, trying to control the flood of emotions swirling inside him.. "We must collect proof," he stated, with a pensive tone in his voice. "If we can prove that Bobby is behind everything, we can take him down legally."

Sarah agreed with a nod, her thoughts running through various possibilities. "However, how can we accomplish that?" she inquired, her tone infused with doubt.

Derrick scanned the diner, looking for any indications of surveillance. "We must proceed with caution," he whispered, his voice barely audible. We must not inform Bobby of our plans until we gather sufficient evidence to incriminate him.

Sarah agreed, feeling a strong resolve in her heart. "We are willing to do everything necessary," she stated firmly. "We won't let him win. Not again."

'We can add my grandpa, your dad, everyone we know that can help us." Sarah chimed in again.

'Yeah. That can work." Derrick said.

They were quiet for a while. Derrick looked at Sarah. He noticed the changes. She was more beautiful than the last time he saw her. He couldn't forget their night. The night where their love reached it peak.

'How have you really been?" Derrick asked.

Before she could answer, her phone rang. As she checked, she saw it was her grandfather calling her. She answered.

'Hey old man" she joked.

'That's rich coming from someone who's children I'm babysitting." Mr Black childishly retorted.

'Given that they are also your great grand children, I don't think it's seen as babysitting, but you're old. I don't blame your lack of knowledge" Sarah teased more, laughing.

'I'll get you soon. You break my heart alot" Mr Black joked.

'Sorry, but hearts are meant to be broken, old man" Sarah joked more. 'How are the kids?"

Derrick's interest got piqued as he heard kids. Who's kids was Sarah referring to? Was she babysitting someone's? Was it her kids?

'They're fine. Not even missing you one bit. But come back soon. I don't know how to do baby formula and it's almost finishing" Mr Black said.

Sarah laughed. Okay. I'll be there soon. Byeee." After Mr Black said bye, she ended the call.

Sarah hung up the phone, a playful smile still lingering on her lips. Derrick watched her, a flicker of curiosity sparking in his eyes.

"Kids?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper.

Sarah's smile faltered slightly, replaced by a fleeting moment of sadness. "Yeah, my kids," she said, her voice soft.

Derrick felt a pang of something akin to jealousy grip him. He hadn't realized she had moved on, started a family. But a part of him, a tiny, hopeful part, wondered if these children…

"Who's…?" he began, the question hanging heavy in the air.

Sarah sighed, her gaze dropping to the table. "They're yours, Derrick."

The revelation struck him like a bolt of lightning. His children? He had children? The world seemed to tilt on its axis as a million questions flooded his mind.

"What?" he stammered, his voice shaking. "How… when?"

Sarah took a deep breath, steeling herself for the difficult conversation. "I was pregnant, Derrick. With your twins."

His heart broke. Twins. His sons. A wave of emotions – joy, anger, regret – washed over him.

"Why didn't you tell me?" he asked, his voice filled with hurt he couldn't quite explain.

Sarah's eyes welled up with tears. "Bobby found out," she whispered, her voice trembling. "He… he threatened me. He said that if I didn't get rid of them, he would…" she choked back a sob, unable to finish the sentence.

The revelation made Derrick angry. Bobby, his own brother, had threatened Sarah, the woman he loved, and their unborn children.

"That's why you left," he whispered, his voice tight with dawning realization.

Sarah nodded, tears streaming down her face now. "I had to protect them, Derrick. I had to protect myself."

Derrick reached across the table, taking her hand in his. The warmth of her touch sent a jolt through him, a reminder of the connection they once shared.

"You did the right thing, Sarah," he said, his voice low and reassuring. "But you don't have to protect them alone anymore."

A flicker of hope ignited in Sarah's eyes. Could she trust him again? Could they face this together, as a family?

"I…" she began, her voice shaking. "My grandfather is taking care of them right now. But…"

Derrick squeezed her hand gently. "But you want me to see them, don't you?" he finished her thought, a knowing smile playing on his lips.

Sarah nodded, a tear slipping down her cheek. "More than anything," she confessed.

Taking a deep breath, Derrick made a decision. "Then let's go," he said, his voice filled with determination and sadness that he wasn't around during their birth. "It's time you introduce me to my sons."

The drive to Mr. Black's house was filled with a tense silence. Sarah's mind was a whirlwind of emotions – excitement, nervousness, and fear.

Derrick was trying to understand the sudden change in his life, the weight of fatherhood already settling upon him.

As they pulled into the driveway, Sarah pointed to the second-story window. "That's their room."

Following her gaze, Derrick saw a light filtering through the curtains, a small hint of the life he had unknowingly missed.

Sarah took a deep breath and guided him indoors. Mr. Black welcomed them at the entrance, wearing a smile that showed he was aware of something. Two identical little faces were peeking from behind him, around the corner.

"There you are, Sarah," Mr. Black said, his voice warm. "And this must be Derrick."

Derrick offered a hesitant smile. "Hello, sir."

Mr. Black chuckled. "No need for formalities, son. Come in, come in. The boys are dying to meet you."

As Sarah and Derrick entered the living room, the two little boys, Ethan and Leo, cautiously approached. Their eyes were wide with curiosity, their faces a perfect blend of Sarah and Derrick's features.

Sarah knelt down, her arms outstretched. "Boys, this is your dad, Derrick."

Ethan and Leo exchanged a glance, then slowly shuffled towards Sarah. They reached out and touched Derrick's hand, their eyes filled with shyness.

Derrick's heart melted. He bent down to their height, making eye contact with them. "Hello, buddy," he greeted, speaking with a tenderness he had never realized he had.