Tony exchanged a quick "excuse me" with Agatha before swiftly answering the call. "Hello, Mr. Tony, we've discovered something unusual at the river bank. You should come and see for yourself," a voice crackled through the phone's speaker. Tony's brow creased as he pondered what could have caught their attention. "I'll be there shortly. Just give me a few minutes," he replied. Ending the call, Tony turned to Agatha and informed her, "The search team has found something that needs my immediate attention. I must leave." Although Agatha wished for a moment to discuss personal matters with Tony, she realized the timing was not right. She managed a smile and said, "Alright, don't forget to give me a call." Tony nodded and made his way to his car. He stepped in, started the engine, and drove off from the church. The drive home was exceptionally quiet for Andrea, but Pete and Lucas were engaged in hushed whispers and chuckles, their hands locked in the playful competition of a fist game. As Andrea observed the scene, she couldn't help but feel a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. The man playing with Pete, so full of mischief and laughter, bore a striking resemblance to Valentine Anderson. Had she not seen it with her own eyes, she might have doubted it was him at all. "Mommy, look, daddy's cheating," Pete pouted, glancing up at Andrea. He hadn't won a single round after ten attempts, and suspicion was growing within him. Lucas chimed in with a light-hearted reprimand, "Pete, you can't always run to your mother with complaints. Others might think less of you, and we don't want that, do we?" Pete's cheeks ballooned in frustration, his sense of injustice battling with his desire not to appear weak. He bit back further grievances, a mix of annoyance and resolve playing across his face. Patting Pete on the head, Lucas offered some fatherly advice, "You don't always have to keep it to yourself, though. If someone's tricking you, make sure to tell me or your mother, okay?" The laughter Andrea had been stifling broke free at Lucas's words, and she gazed at him, her eyes brimming with love. Lucas feigned a dramatic injury, clutching his chest, "Whoa, those love arrows are lethal!" The mood during the remainder of the drive was so cheerful that Andrea's accumulated stress melted away. By the time they reached home, Andrea had dozed off, lulled by the happy atmosphere. Pete, engrossed in his drawing beside Lucas, didn't notice her slumber until they stopped, and he reached out to wake her. Lucas gently stopped him, whispering, "Shh, let's not wake your mom. She's sleeping." The chauffeur parked the car and opened the door for the family. Lucas carefully lifted Andrea into his arms and made his way to the house, with Pete trailing behind in silent understanding. Housekeeper Win, upon seeing Lucas carrying Andrea inside, gasped, her mind racing with confusion and shock. She could hardly believe her eyes; it was as if she was seeing Valentine Anderson himself. "Si... Sir?" she stuttered, her voice trembling with disbelief, her mind clouded with thoughts of Valentine Anderson long thought gone. Lucas nodded to her, a reassuring presence. "I've got her, thank you. Pete, why don't you stay with Housekeeper Win for a moment?" With that, he proceeded to carry Andrea up to the master bedroom, leaving Pete in the caring hands of their housekeeper. After gently laying the sleeping Andrea on the bed, Lucas stood by her side, utterly captivated. The longer he gazed upon her, the deeper he found himself entranced—not only had she seized his heart, but she also bewitched his very thoughts. "Andrea, you are so beautiful," Lucas whispered in awe, his fingers tenderly tracing the contours of her face. With a final, lingering look, Lucas withdrew his hand and stepped back from Andrea. He paused for a moment, taking in the peaceful scene, before turning on his heel to exit the bedroom. As he made his way out, he noticed Pete engaged in lively play with his toys, under the attentive supervision of Housekeeper Win, who had only just arrived in Vegas City a few hours earlier. "Daddy, where are you going?" Pete looked up, his attention shifting from his playthings to his father's movements. "Pete, I'm off to visit your grandmother. Would you like to join me?" Lucas replied, his smile warm and inviting. "Yes, Daddy!" Pete exclaimed, his little feet carrying him swiftly to his father's side. Scooping Pete into his arms, Lucas turned to address Housekeeper Win. "I'll be taking Pete to see my mother to have a talk with her. We'll return before Andrea wakes up," he informed her. Housekeeper Win offered a nod of understanding, her mind still wrestling with the revelation that Lucas who she thought is Valentine Anderson is alive after his rumoured dead. Holding onto Pete, Lucas Anderson stepped out of the house and made his way to his car. Together, they drove in silence to the grand Anderson Mansion. Upon their arrival, hand-in-hand they entered, only to be met by the somber sight of Mrs. Anderson tightly clutching a vase. It contained the ashes of Valentine Anderson, and her sorrow was palpable. "Grandma," Pete whispered, his voice tinged with sadness as he took in Mrs. Anderson's tear-streaked face. "I need to speak with Benita," Lucas announced, barely waiting for a response before he headed towards her room. He pushed the door open to find her on a phone call. Benita hastily ended the conversation, her gaze shifting anxiously to Lucas, who stood in the doorway with a deceptive smile. The sight of his smile sent a shiver down Benita's spine, as she recalled the memory of him coldly taking a man's life with that same expression. Sweat formed on her brow as she faced her brother, a brother she had never truly known, and whom she found intimidating. "Benny, who were you talking to?" Lucas asked, the smile never leaving his face. Benita's nerves were evident, and sensing her fear, Lucas spoke in a tone that was both dismissive and threatening. "You seem as if you're afraid I'll harm you, but you're my sister. Just ensure that you don't give me a reason to dislike you. Behave yourself." Without another word, he left the room. Returning to the living room, Lucas was greeted by the sight of Pete diligently trying to cheer up their grandmother. "Grandma, don't cry. I'll share all my toys and cake with you," the innocent child offered. The statement broke through Lucas' composed exterior, and he couldn't help but laugh as he descended the staircase. He ruffled Pete's hair affectionately. "Pete, I need to speak with your grandma alone. Why don't you go play on the swing in the garden?" he suggested. Pete's face lit up at the proposal, and he dashed off to the garden, quickly forgetting the somber mood in the room. Mrs. Anderson's gaze met Lucas', her eyes heavy with unspoken remorse. She had neglected to search for him after giving him away to a wealthy couple years ago. "Mom, will you just sit there, looking at me, or do we have something to talk about?" Lucas asked, his tone light but his smile masking deeper emotions.