Ric sat at his desk, preparing for an upcoming trial,
but he couldn’t concentrate. Every minute or so, he
raised his eyes to the front door willing it to open
and for his wife to walk through. But unfortunately
the door remained closed. Yesterday morning after
breakfast, he sat Liz down and told her the
unvarnished truth from his night with Carly and the
ramifications of it. Throughout his retelling, Liz
remained silent even as the tears ruined her makeup.
When he finished, she wiped her face with a napkin,
said she had to go, grabbed her purse and left.
He wanted to go after her, but he stopped himself. He
knew a part of her was still dealing with the loss of
their child. One night when she thought he was
asleep, she whispered in the dark that she had almost
died when Lucky “died” in the fire and she thought
nothing on earth could compare to that pain. But the
hurt and pain of their baby dying was a million times
worse. He had reached out and held her close and they
cried for what they had loss.
Giving up the pretense of working, Ric paced the
floor. He knew- -
“No more lies. No more secrets,” Liz announced, as
she pulled off her coat and laid her purse on the
table. “If you keep one more thing from me- - The
next thing you’ll see is my signature on divorce
papers. Have I made myself clear?” she asked, taking
“Yes,” he said clearly, sitting opposite of her on the
sofa. “I promise no more secrets.”
“So Grams said- -“
Stiffening, Ric said, “You talked to Mrs. Hardy about-
-“ His sentence trailed off as he noticed the deadly
look Liz shot him.
“Sarah, Steven-Lars, and I aren’t that close.
Nikolas, Emily, Sly, and Lucky hate you with a
passion. Gia likes you, but that doesn’t say too
much. So who else was I going to talk to? Besides
Grams has been a nurse since before time began and she
was married to and worked beside the smartest doctor
in the world, my Gramps.”
“Sorry,” he apologized, embarrassed.
Liz nodded again. “So Grams says, it’s impossible for
the in utero results to say you’re 99% that you’re the
father and these new results to say there’s a 0%
chance you’re the father. Just based on the fact that
you’re Sonny’s half-brother, you and Virginia should
have some similar DNA.”
“I never thought about that,” he said quietly, almost
“So the first thing to do is call Aunt Simone. You
did see her, right?”
“We’ll talk to her and see what she says and go from
there.” Walking over to Ric’s desk, Liz dialed her
Aunt’s number. As the phone rang, she put it on
“Dr. Simone Hardy’s office,” the voice rang out
“Hi, Lisa. It’s Liz. Is Aunt Simone busy?”
“Oh hi, Liz. Perfect timing, she just started her
break, hold on.”
Seconds later, Simone answered. “Hey, Lizzie.”
“How are you?”
“Not so well,” Liz answered truthfully.
“What’s wrong?” Simone asked, innocently concerned and
worried about her niece.
“Auntie, you’re on speakerphone with Ric and me.”
“Hello, Dr. Hardy.”
“Ric and I are comparing the test result you gave him
to the one he received from Mercy. And we’re confused
because they are the exact opposite.”
“Really?” Simone said puzzled.
“When was this other test taken, Ric?”
“When Carly was about 8½ months pregnant.”
“Hmm, an in utero test. Could you fax me a copy of
“Yes,” Ric answered.
“I’ll take a look at them and call you back.”
“Thanks, Auntie. We’ll fax them now.”
“You’re welcome,” Simone responded and hung up.
Ric quickly faxed over his results then sat down and
waited in an uncomfortable, terse silence. After what
seemed like an eternity, the phone rang.
Liz picked it up on the first ring. “Aunt Simone?”
“Yes, it’s me. Ric?”
“Were you present when they took the amniotic fluid
“Yes, I insisted.”
Simone sighed. “Then the baby I tested and the in
utero baby are two completely different babies.”
“Oh my gosh,” Liz shouted.
“Are you sure Dr. Hardy?”
“Yes, Ric. I’ve double checked and I spoke to the lab
tech at Mercy who performed the test. They are not
the same baby. It’s biologically impossible.”
“So what are you saying, Dr. Hardy, the babies were
Simone hesitated then responded, “It’s humanly
impossible for the baby tested in Carly’s womb and the
baby she brought into my office to be the same baby.”
The silence was deafening.
“Thank you, Dr. Hardy.”
“Yes, thanks, Auntie.”
“You’re welcome and best of luck.”
Ric was stunned. He never expected this in his
“She switched the babies,” Liz chuckled, then the
chuckle turned to laughter.
“You find this funny, Elizabeth?” Ric questioned
“Yes, this is classic, Carly. She once drugged AJ
Quartermaine, carted him out to the alley behind their
apartment building, poured alcohol all over him simply
so AJ wouldn’t remember that they slept together and
that he was possibly Michael’s biological father,” Liz
“She did that to a recovering alcoholic?”
“Who did she want to be the father?”
“Tony Jones? As in Lucas Jones and Bobbie Jones?”
“Yes, her brother’s father and mother’s husband. She
came to town to wreak havoc on Bobbie’s life because
Bobbie had the audacity to realize that being a
sixteen year old prostitute mom was no way for a baby
to be reared.”
Ric couldn’t believe this. He had no idea that Carly
was capable of such- - “She’s evil,” he finally said,
finding the right word.
“How does Sonny put up with her?”
“How did you?” Liz shook her head. “Somehow men are
able to overlook her trickery and deception. I could
never understand how Jason was friends with her. I
say, it’s always a bad sign when Luke Spencer would
prefer the company of Helena Cassadine to his own
All her lies and he fell for every one of them, hook,
line, and sinker. How she must have laughed. No
wonder she was so confident in Wyndermere’s. It was
time to find out all he could about his new enemy.
Knowledge was the key to finding his baby. “Tell me
everything you know about her.”
Liz saw the hardened look in her husband’s eye.
Another victim of Carly’s. Taking Ric’s hand, she sat
down next to him and told him the story of Caroline
Benson Quartermaine Corinthos Corinthos.
Listening to Carly’s history since she came to PC, he
couldn’t believe he had been duped by her. He
couldn’t believe his brother, who had survived all
these years in the mafia, took up with her. He felt
like such a fool. He’d hurt the woman he loved, the
mother of his child, in order to protect Carly. He
was an idiot, but no more.
“And that’s all she wrote up until her saga with you,”
Liz concluded, standing up and heading for the stairs.
“Where are you going?” Ric blurted out as his mind
reeled with all he just learned.
“To pack,” she replied, climbing the stairs.
“You’re leaving?” he asked, with a note of worry and
She shook her head and paused. “No, we’re leaving.”
Seeing the puzzled look on his face, she continued.
“We’re going to Florida.” The puzzlement remained.
“That’s where Carly had the baby, right?”
A light went off and everything was clear, except for
one thing. The most important thing. “Yes.”
She continued up the stairs.
“Elizabeth Webber Lansing, why are you doing this?”
“Michael had AJ, Tony, Jason, AJ, and Sonny for
fathers all before the age of three. Michael might be
spending a lot of time on Dr. Baldwin’s or Kevin’s
couches when he gets older. This little girl doesn’t
deserve that sort of life. Michael doesn’t have
contact with AJ because of his past? Because he made
poor decisions when he was drinking? And Sonny and
Carly are the paragons of virtue?” Liz huffed. “Out
there is your baby and he or she deserves to know you
just as much as the baby Carly is parading around town
like the second coming of Christ deserves to know her
parents. I’m doing this for the kids so don’t take
this to mean that I’ve forgiven you for your
deception,” she finished, disappearing from his view.
Running his fingers through his hair, he marveled at
the amazing woman he married. He would make this up
to her, but first he had to get Carly out of their
lives and his baby in it. Picking up his cell phone,
he dialed a well used number. “I need to know
everything about Caroline Benson Quartermaine
Corinthos right away and I need two round trip tickets
to wherever in Florida that Carly gave birth to
Virginia Corinthos leaving within the next ninety
minutes,” Ric demanded, skipping over the
pleasantries. “Call me when you have a preliminary
report,” he said and hung up the phone.
Carly had no idea who she was messing with.