Percival and Vivienne communicated through their eyes, unaware of the world around them. It was as if singletons Thomas and Leopold didn't exist.

Listening to Mara's tearful saga, Cecilia's face was a portrait of utter confusion. "What do you mean Vivienne killed Huxley?"

She pushed Mara away. "Are you out of your mind? If Vivienne really wanted Huxley dead, why would she bring him back in broad daylight for all to see? She could've just left him to rot in M State, couldn't she?"

Mara was choked up, disbelieving. "But I saw Huxley there..."

Cecilia rolled her eyes. "Are you sure it was Huxley? I saw the guy sprinting out of here not half an hour ago. You're not suggesting that in the past thirty minutes, Vivienne murdered him and then paraded his body just to show off? What do you think she is, brainless like you?"

After a verbal barrage that left Mara speechless, it became clear that Cecilia, who was typically distant and cold to her, had surprisingly come to the defense.

Onlookers Vivienne and Percival, accustomed to Cecilia's clean but sharp tongue, were the first to react. "Thomas, Leopold, lock down the city and find Huxley!" Vivienne, not one to sit idle, texted Draven; [Draven, take a team and scour the city for Huxley. If you find him, bring him to Ellington Manor.]

It seemed that the heavens were conspiring to keep Vivienne busy. Just when she thought she could enjoy a couple of days of freedom, trouble was brewing anew.

Clueless about their plan but sensing urgency in Vivienne's demeanor, Cecilia asked, "What's up? Has Huxley done something stupid again?"

Thomas couldn't help but comment, "That 'again' is spot on."

on the shoulder. "Someone sent a synthetic replica of Huxley to the hospital, aiming to harm my mother. Today, we're going

"What are you implying?!"

cursed Huxley's failure

Mara stood up defiantly. "You suspect

as timid as a mouse; how could he possibly harm your mother? Plus, with the

deftly pulling Vivienne's hand away from Mara's grip. "We can't be

"What?" Mara was bewildered.

overestimate your importance. Your life might not mean much to him. Otherwise, how would you explain

Vivienne, you're too smart

couldn't let them conclude that Huxley was the murderer. If they did, her days within

so

icy. "Vivienne doesn't need your input in her

synthetic! What's the deal with your operation? Why did Willa come back early?" Whatever the person on the other end said, it

voice, seductive and chilling, reassured him, "Don't worry, I have faith in you. If not in yourself, at least believe in

call ended abruptly, and Huxley, snapping out of his frenzied state, felt a surge

Damn it all!

the end, they refused to help

the Grimshaw family; they couldn't even handle Vivienne's aunt, Willa. Some power

trusted that woman and her

What now?

her sleeve than a Vegas magician. What would she do to

he had sent a synthetic replica in his stead. Remembering the footage he saw on the security feed, he felt a chill run down his spine. If one of

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