Nash was the first to speak. "Mrs. Lucas, what exactly happened to Ben? Can you tell us everything? Let's see if there's a way we can help."

"Alright. Thank goodness he has friends like you. Otherwise, I'd have no idea what to do right now." Mrs. Lucas recounted the situation in detail but carefully omitted her own involvement. The living room fell silent, and everyone's expressions darkened.

"I raised Ben. I know my son. He would never do something like this. It must be a setup," Mrs. Lucas said, her voice trembling with emotion. The more she spoke, the more heartbroken she felt. All she could think about now were her Ben's virtues. Apart from refusing to listen to her about marriage and career plans, Ben had always been a good son.

"Don't worry, Mrs. Lucas. We'll figure something out," Lydia offered as she stood and gently guided Mrs. Lucas to the nearby study. "You should rest for a bit. Don't wear yourself out."

Quincy watched Lydia closely as she left the room. Only when she returned and sat down beside him did he seem to relax.

but comment, "You two really seem perfect for each other. I'd heard rumors about a fight between you two, but

way they were now, deeply in love, it seemed impossible that they had ever had a falling-out. Even if there had been disagreements, it was clear Quincy would always give in

chuckled, "Oh, we did have a disagreement before, but that just made us cherish each other even more. He's such a worrier, not just about me but about the baby too. He's already shopping for baby clothes, and I'm

too serious to delay." "If we wait until a conviction, it'll be too late," Caleb said. "At the very least,

investigating his assistant," Nash suggested. "Even if the assistant isn't

discussion, the group decided to split up to speed up

the study, struggling with her emotions. After some time, she splashed cold water on her face to compose herself and rejoined them. "I'm sorry for earlier and thank you for your patience.

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