In this gripping new twist, General Hospital unveils a horrifying truth — Molly Lansing-Davis discovers her father Ric’s grave, setting off a chain reaction that sends Ava Jerome,

Alexis Davis, and Kristina Corinthos-Davis spiraling into chaos. What began as an attempt to contain a dangerous man has transformed into one of the most disturbing cover-ups in Port Charles history.

A Deadly Secret Beneath Alexis’s Home

It all started with a secret that was never meant to surface. For months, Ric Lansing — the cunning lawyer and long-time manipulator — was believed to have vanished. But the chilling reality was that he had been hidden in the basement of Alexis Davis’s home, alive but imprisoned.

Alexis, haunted by Ric’s history of deception and psychological manipulation, convinced herself that keeping him captive was the only way to prevent more pain. “It was containment, not cruelty,” she once whispered to herself — but the line between justice and vengeance blurred quickly.

Ava Jerome, ever the strategist, supported the plan — though not for noble reasons. For Ava, control was everything. Keeping Ric confined meant eliminating a threat and ensuring that no one could use him against her.

But the weakest link in their web of deceit was Kristina, Alexis’s daughter and Ric’s step-niece. Young, emotional, and torn between loyalty and fear, Kristina was never built for this kind of darkness. The sounds from the basement haunted her — the faint pleas, the angry shouts, the desperate banging on the locked door. Every time Alexis descended the stairs with food or a syringe, Kristina wanted to run. But blood ties are powerful, and family guilt bound her in silence.

The Night Everything Went Wrong

For a while, they maintained the illusion that they were in control. Ric was sedated, restrained, and hidden. But then came the night that changed everything.

Ric’s strength had begun to return. The sedatives were losing their potency, and his cunning mind started plotting his escape. When Alexis came downstairs one evening, she didn’t find a captive — she found a predator waiting in the shadows.

Ric lunged at her, the glint of a kitchen knife flashing in the dim basement light. He wrapped an arm around her neck, his voice rasping in her ear: “Did you really think you could keep me like this forever?”

For a moment, Alexis froze. She wasn’t the fierce attorney or the powerful matriarch — she was a terrified woman staring at the man who had once loved and betrayed her.

Then, out of nowhere, Ava appeared. She’d come to check on them after noticing flickering lights from the basement window. When she saw Ric holding the blade to Alexis’s throat, instinct took over. Ava grabbed a heavy metal candlestick and swung with full force.

The sound of impact echoed through the basement. Ric collapsed instantly. The silence that followed was deafening.

“He’s not dead,” Ava said quickly — though even she didn’t believe it. The three women tied him again, bound his wrists and ankles tighter, and doubled his sedative doses. Kristina stood frozen, staring at the blood matting his hair. None of them dared to admit what they feared — that Ric was already gone.

The Truth They Couldn’t Bury

Over the next few days, Ric’s condition deteriorated. He barely spoke, his breathing grew shallow, and his body became frighteningly still. Alexis told herself it was just the medication, clinging to denial.

But on the third day, when she descended into the basement with another syringe, she found the air thick and heavy. The silence was different this time. When she touched his wrist, it was cold. Ric Lansing was dead.

Alexis’s scream echoed through the house. Within minutes, Kristina and Ava rushed in. Ava, ever calculating, spoke first: “We can’t call anyone. You know what happens if we do.”

Alexis was horrified. “He’s dead, Ava. We can’t just—”

Ava cut her off sharply. “If the police find him here, it’s over for all of us.”

Torn between morality and self-preservation, Alexis finally agreed. That night, under the cover of darkness, the three women wrapped Ric’s body in a tarp and carried it out of the house. The drive to the forest outskirts of Port Charles was silent — every mile weighted with dread.

They dug in the cold dirt until their hands ached. When the grave was deep enough, they laid Ric to rest. Alexis covered him with soil, whispering a final apology. Ava, her voice low and steady, muttered, “No one will ever find him.”

But fate, as always in Port Charles, had other plans.

Molly’s Shocking Discovery

Weeks later, Ric’s disappearance became impossible to ignore. Molly Lansing-Davis, Ric’s daughter, refused to believe her father had simply vanished. She contacted Elizabeth Webber, who shared her concern, and together they pressed the police to investigate.

Initially, authorities dismissed it. Adults disappear all the time, they said. But Molly knew her father. He wouldn’t have left her — not when they had just begun rebuilding their fragile bond.

Then came the discovery that shattered everything. A hunter stumbled upon disturbed soil in a remote clearing. The forensics team uncovered a tarp, and beneath it — human remains. Dental records confirmed it: Ric Lansing.

When the news reached Molly, she collapsed in disbelief. Her grief quickly turned to horror when she realized her mother’s strange behavior and recent absence were no coincidence.

Because by then, Alexis, Kristina, and Ava had vanished. Their homes were empty, their cars gone, and their phones disconnected. The police had their suspects — and a full-scale manhunt began.

Three Women on the Run

While Port Charles buzzed with outrage and speculation, the three fugitives were already far from home. Ava had taken charge, her instincts as sharp as ever. She moved them from motel to motel, burning through cash, keeping them one step ahead.

Alexis, however, was falling apart. Her once-commanding presence crumbled under guilt. She filled notebooks with half-written confessions and unsent letters to Molly. “Maybe prison would be easier than this,” she whispered one night.

Kristina was broken too. Her dreams were haunted by Ric’s face, his voice begging for mercy. She couldn’t hate her mother — but she couldn’t forgive her either.

Ava remained the only one still composed. She insisted they could still escape, start new lives. “We survive — that’s what we do,” she told them. But the cracks were showing. Their alliance was built on fear, and fear never lasts.

When Alexis finally declared she was going back to Port Charles — to confess, to see Molly one last time — Ava exploded. “You’ll destroy us all!” she screamed.

“Maybe that’s what I deserve,” Alexis replied quietly before walking into the night.

Ava followed, determined to stop her, but Kristina stayed behind, too exhausted to move. Alone in the cabin, she stared out at the dark woods, realizing that no one truly escapes their sins.

The Reckoning Ahead

The police have already traced a vehicle matching Ava’s to a highway leading back to Port Charles. Rumors suggest Alexis may be heading home to surrender, while Ava plots to disappear for good. Kristina, meanwhile, is left stranded between guilt and survival, unsure which path to take.

As the investigation deepens, General Hospital is setting the stage for one of its most explosive arcs yet — a deadly mix of love, betrayal, and justice.