It was an anonymous number.
After Georgia connected, the other end of the line registered an eerie, processed male voice.
"An anonymous warning, Miss Lane. Somebody's targeting you. Don't leave your door randomly right now."
Then the line went dead. Georgia looked at Robert, uneasy and suspicious.
"Do you think they have good or bad intentions?"
Robert's face grew heavy.
"Just then when you said you wanted to go out tomorrow, my instincts didn't feel good about it. I had a feeling of danger.
"We can be sure that someone's targeting us, but we have bodyguards by our side and we're always careful going out. If they wanted to do something, they couldn't succeed so easily. I just said we're going to go out together and bring Mr. Poole's gift to his friend, so is the call warning me not to go out and give the gift, or something else?"
The anonymous call rattled Georgia's nerves, and Robert couldn't make a judgement call either.
The two called Wilson and Ivan over and explained what had just happened.
"Do you have any plans tomorrow?"
Wilson asked directly.
"We'd been planning on going out tomorrow because I'd promised Vincent Poole to bring his gift to his friend. I hadn't told his friend yet. Even if there's a plot in this, both Vincent Poole and his friend shouldn't know what time I'm planning on giving the gift. I just chatted with Robert about it and there's no way others could know, so that shouldn't be it."
"I'd been planning on going out tomorrow to the biopharmaceutical firm that we bought up. I went and inspected them today and had go through a brief meeting to summarize. They're bringing up all the accounts tomorrow, because headquarters found something wrong with their accounting. I'm making them rearrange it and submit it. Someone's messing around, but I haven't found who it is yet. I also haven't said anything about punishing the people in the company, and it doesn't make sense for our opponents to move so quickly."
The two spoke up about their plans tomorrow. Wilson drummed his fingers on the desk and fell quiet.
Ivan, though, spoke.
"If they feel like going out is dangerous and came to warn you, why didn't they speak out about who the culprit is?
"They just reminded you not to go out, but you couldn't stay indoors forever. They didn't speak up about which day it is. An inexplicable word like that – I can't figure out their meaning."
The anonymous call had everyone in a conundrum. Robert even sent bodyguards to check the mansion they were living in to see if there was any potential danger.
In other words, if they were telling them not to go out and if it was malicious, that meant that staying was the dangerous option.
If it was well-intentioned, that meant that their enemies were ready to strike after going out.
But the tricky part was that they couldn't tell which it was.
Just as they were still in the conundrum, Georgia received a call from Mr. Smythe, Linus' man.
"You're calling late, Mr. Smythe. Are the hospital results out?"
Georgia said that, while Mr. Smythe replied.
"The results are indeed out, Miss Lane. It proves that Wesley and Lucas are the same person."
At that, Georgia was a bit shocked, but also found it reasonable.
There were just too many clues linking Lucas to Wesley.
"Thank you for going to the trouble, Mr. Smythe. Does the old man already know about this?"
"I've already told the old man. He said over the phone that he wants to see Lucas tomorrow. Can you bring the child over to the Powell family again, Miss Lane?"
"Does it have to be tomorrow?"
Georgia said right away. Because of the anonymous call, she didn't know if it was the right thing to go out or not.
"Do you have business tomorrow, Miss Lane? If it's inconvenient, I can relay the news to the old man and have him reschedule another time."
Georgia was still thinking.
Then she heard an explosion. The sound came from all around and she felt like her ears were going to go deaf.
Her entire body shook with the blast and fell to the ground. The ceiling split open and something seemed to fall in her head and she fainted.
When she recovered consciousness, Georgia found herself standing in a funeral.
She saw everyone around her in black. Annie was there, and Wesley.
They were sobbing, and Ivan and Wilson and Elsie were there too, with familiar faces all around.
Georgia, dazed, turned around, and saw the giant photo on the tombstone. Robert's photo.
Georgia rushed over, going insane.
She shrieked, screamed with agony, and struggled for who knew how long when a warm hand took her own...
"Wake up, Georgia, it's a nightmare, wake up..."
It was the most gentle voice in the world and slowly soothed her despair and pain.
Georgia slowly opened her eyes.
She was lying in a hospital bed. Turning, her mother was sitting at her bedside, her gaze upon her full of worry.
Georgia floundered for a few seconds, not sure of what was going on.
Her head felt empty, and she didn't recall the dream she'd just had, nor did she remember where she was.
Her brain almost exploded as she thought back for a while, slowly going into a panic.
Yes, an explosion had happened before she fainted.
Georgia felt her head and found bandages. She turned to her mother, thought about her dream, and demanded frantically.
"Mom, where's Robert? And Annie and Wesley, where are they? Why was there an explosion? What happened?"
There was sorrow in Casey's eyes as she took Georgia's hand, her gaze gentle and soothing.
"You have to be strong, child. The kids are still here."
"You mean something's happened to Robert? Mom, tell me the truth, what happened to Robert? Why isn't he here? How did that explosion go off? Where's Wilson? And Ivan, where are they?"