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."

to harm my mother. Today, we're going to flush out the mastermind behind this." Percival chimed in, "Mom, has

"What are you implying?!"

cursed Huxley's

their suspicions about Huxley, Mara stood up defiantly. "You suspect Huxley of

how could he possibly harm your mother? Plus, with the

deftly pulling Vivienne's hand away from Mara's grip.

"What?" Mara was bewildered.

don't overestimate your importance. Your life might not

be a setup! Vivienne,

them conclude that Huxley was the murderer. If they did, her days

asked provocatively. "Ms. Boyd, so sure of yourself,

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

the synthetic! What's the deal with your operation? Why did Willa come back early?"

him, "Don't worry, I have faith in you. If not in yourself, at least believe in what's

Huxley, snapping out of his frenzied

Damn it all!

the end, they refused to help

the Grimshaw family; they couldn't even

trusted that woman

What now?

up her sleeve than a Vegas magician. What would she

aware that 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 those throwing knives had found him,

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