"She's my aunt. Anyone who dares to print a single lie-be ready to disappear from Riverside City."

His voice was cold and commanding, every word laced with warning.

No one dared question him.

The reporters all knew exactly what Timothy's words meant.

His intimidating presence parted the crowd; journalists scrambled to clear a path.

Jessica stared at the large screen overhead, watching as her husband shielded Sheila.

Aunt.

What a perfectly convenient excuse.

The photographers knew what they were doing, too. They managed to capture Timothy, their son, and Sheila in a way that made them look every bit the perfect family.

Like a genuine family of three.

Herbert noticed Jessica's gaze fixed on the screen. "Little Mute?" he called.

Jessica turned her head, her eyes tinged with a faint, rosy hue.

Herbert glanced again at the screen. "You know Timothy?"

Timothy's reputation clearly preceded him-Herbert had spent years abroad, yet even he knew the name.

bitterly and

told you he's my

widened

like a question, he could

was always quiet, reserved, never one for lies or jokes-certainly not about

Timothy was married, with a son. But the wife was a

Timothy

home, he'd sent

no news, Timothy finally returned to

never expected to actually

And she'd married.

Married Timothy.

in his

awkward smile and

never marry

did, it would

she

told the

marriage

marriage would

reveal she was

it was clear her

to touch

on. Didn't you say you'd buy me dinner? I'm starving. Let's not

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