After Tyra had successfully won over Margaret and the rest of the Powers' trust except only to Lord Martin, she made a bold move one morning—bringing juice to Lord Martin.
"What are you doing here?" the old man snapped.
"Lord Martin, I brought you juice—just like Margaret does. I didn't think it would be a problem," Tyra replied, feigning humility.
But the moment he took the glass, Lord Martin exploded.
"Are you trying to make me sick?"
"Of course not, Lord Martin. Why would I do that?" Tyra said innocently, masking her irritation.
"Look at all this too much sugar! Margaret never allowed sugar in my diet! Are you trying to kill me?" he barked while showing to Tyra the prepared juice.
"I'm sorry, Lord Martin…" she muttered, pretending to be remorseful.
"You don't know because you pretend to know. Do you think I haven't noticed? You're trying to be like Margaret!" he accused, seeing through her act from the moment she apologized days ago.
"I'm telling you, Tyra—you might fool everyone else, but not me. So don't get too confident."
"I don't understand what you mean," Tyra said, realizing the old man had uncovered her motives.
"Oh please, stop your pathetic pretending. I may be old, but I'm not stupid. I know a bad person when I see one. So don't dump your poison on me," Lord Martin said bluntly, dismissing her.
Tyra left him.
Moments later, Margaret arrived.
"Margaret, come here," Lord Martin said warmly.
"Yes, Lord Martin. Do you need anything?" she asked.
"When will you start calling me 'Daddy'? It's been months since you said yes to Edward," he teased.
"I'm sorry dad. I just don't want anyone in the mansion to think I'm taking advantage of being Edward's girlfriend," Margaret replied.
"That's exactly why I want you as my daughter-in-law. You're nothing like Tyra. From the start, I knew you were different. Maybe I should call Edward home and start planning your wedding as soon as possible," Lord Martin said.
"And one more thing, Lord Martin… I'm telling you this first," Margaret said, handing him a pregnancy test nervously.
"What? You're pregnant?" he asked, stunned.
Joy flooded Lord Martin's face. He couldn't wait for his son to return.
"But let me warn you, Margaret—don't trust Tyra too much. She's not worthy of your kindness, nor of your trust." he sighed.
After nearly three months in Spain for their business launch, Edward finally returned.
"Dad! Margaret! I'm home!" he called out cheerfully.
"Edward!" Lord Martin replied joyfully, descending the stairs with Margaret behind him.
But halfway down, Margaret slipped—accidentally pushing Lord Martin, who fell ahead of her.
"Dad!" Edward screamed.
Both were rushed to the hospital, injured from the fall.
At the Hospital
Lord Martin's condition was critical. Then hours later, he passed away.
Tyra seized the moment, poisoning Edward's mind against Margaret.
"I swear, I always heard them arguing," she whispered.
That same day, Margaret woke up. She wanted to explain everything—and reveal her pregnancy. But Edward was already slipping away, believing Tyra's lies.
One day, she begged:
"Edward, please believe me—it was an accident!"
"Accident? I saw it with my own eyes. You pushed him!" Edward shouted, unable to control his emotions.
"No one wanted this to happen!" Margaret cried.
"Stop denying it. Edward saw everything. Even I can't believe what you did," Tyra added, feigning innocence.
Their confrontation was interrupted when Dr. Gates called Edward to confirm Lord Martin's death—cementing Edward's hatred toward Margaret.
Margaret could do nothing but begin to accept the heartbreak: the man she loved now despised her.
That Night, at the Wake. Edward recalled his last conversation with his father before leaving for Spain:
"Edward, I'm so happy you've found the woman who'll stand by you through everything."
"Thank you, Dad."
"Remember, every woman reflects the mother who bore us."
"Yes, Papa."
"Margaret, please don't cry. I believe you—you didn't mean for this to happen," Frances comforted her.
"Mrs. Hale, my conscience is clear. I don't know why Lord Martin slipped—I always make sure the stairs are safe," Margaret said, staring blankly at the wake.
"I know. But Edward is furious. And with Tyra always by his side, I think she's slowly poisoning his mind," Frances replied.
Face to Face , after Edward left, Margaret tried to enter the chapel to see Lord Martin. Tyra intercepted her.
"Tyra, please help me. I'm innocent."
"I want to help you… but how? Edward saw you push Lord Martin, didn't he? Maybe you should just confess."
"Tyra, I'm begging you. You're my only hope."
"Sorry. It's better if you leave. I'll handle Edward."
Once Margaret was gone, Tyra called Edward.
"Edward, hurry. Luisa just spoke to me—she's causing a scene at the wake. I even heard her say, 'Good thing your dad died.'"
Edward, consumed by rage, ordered Jude Cowell to secretly abduct Margaret and lock her in the basement. Jude hesitated—Margaret had always been kind to him—but he had no choice.
The Basement
Edward, now fully consumed by Tyra's lies, confronted Margaret.
"I'm innocent, Edward! Please believe me!" Margaret cried.
"Innocent? I saw you push him! And now you lie?" Edward shouted, choking her.
"All your kindness—just an act?" he spat.
"Stop pretending, Margaret. I heard you arguing with Papa!" Tyra added, playing innocent.
Blinded by rage, Edward struck Margaret—kicked her, then shot her in the leg.
"Edward, stop! Leave before you kill her!" someone shouted.
Edward left with three guards. Only Tyra remained.
"Tyra, please help me," Margaret begged, writhing in pain.
"Why would I? Oh dear Margaret, you're kind… and dumb. So easy to manipulate," Tyra sneered.
"What do you mean?" Margaret asked.
"Simple. Everything that was yours is now mine. I'll make sure Edward hates you forever. And me? I'll be the one they call Mrs. Powers," Tyra laughed as she walked away.