At lunch, Yorick and Percival exchanged pleasantries about the relationship between their two families.

Percival listened intently, responding to each point made.

Vivienne and Sasha sat together, chatting and occasionally feeding Winston, who sat between them.

Only Arthur sat alone in the middle, ignored by both sides, struggling to join the conversation.

His face was the picture of dejection.

Catching sight of this, Vivienne couldn't help but feel a twinge of discomfort. Pretending not to care, she spoke up, "I get along just fine with Mr. Wolf, no need for you to worry."

Arthur blinked, his look of loss instantly replaced by surprise, "If he ever treats you wrong, just tell me. I'll make sure he regrets it!"

Percival choked on his drink.

They were married, and still, he couldn't let go?

Vivienne was at a loss for words.

She meant to reassure him, not to stir up trouble with Mr. Wolf!

Yorick, too, was exasperated by his son's dramatics, "Enough with the attitude. They're a couple now; you should back off and just be ready to spoil your grandkids when the time comes. That's all." Arthur, startled, turned to Vivienne in shock, "You're pregnant?"

Vivienne, "..."

She seriously doubted her intelligence had anything to do with this man.

Sasha gently tugged at Arthur's hand, whispering, "They've only been married for a few days. Why the rush? Vivienne and Percival are getting along fine. Aren't you worried you won't get to be a grandfather?" Vivienne took a deep breath, regretting her expectations.

After all, how could two different people come from the same bed?

After the meal, Percival stayed behind to chat with Yorick, while Vivienne and Sasha took Winston to the backyard.

In the garden, Vivienne seized the opportunity to check Winston's pulse.

was a chance Winston might suffer from

of relief. This was the best-case scenario, considering she wasn't entirely confident she could cure such

at Vivienne, his little mouth puckered in

his head, "No, Winston, you're perfectly

returned

didn't you want to pick

scampered off towards the

then spoke up, "What's

head, "It's hard to say for now, but someone from

the cheerful Winston, "Using lives as stepping

no bounds. Selfish

asked about another matter, "Any progress on Abigail's

Mr. Wolf severely injured her; she won't last many

family for so long, she must have had multiple identities. And I can sense she's specifically targeting

not have much attachment

agreed with

emphasis on family was evident

Sasha what they planned to do with Winston

smiled, "The Linklater family can certainly afford to take care of a

and Arthur felt a special connection to the

would be more

Draven, "Miss, a woman's body was found in

lips as she turned to

heading towards the west side, "As long as

riverside in

and his team had cordoned off the area, leaving only a small section open near the first crime

a night jog before she was thrown into the river. We can only

acknowledged him and, donning gloves, moved forward to examine the

heart was clean and precise, likely

dumped in the river to obscure the exact time of death. Given

glanced at the nearby facilities, "Have

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255