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

mouth puckered in concern, "Am

his head, "No, Winston, you're perfectly healthy. And you'll

returned

nearby flower bed, "Winston, didn't you want to pick a flower for your aunt? She loves

off towards

spoke up, "What's going

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

looked at the cheerful Winston, "Using

bounds. Selfish people will find any

another

"Soon. Mr. Wolf severely injured her; she won't

hid within the Linklater family for so long, she must have had multiple identities. And I can sense she's specifically targeting you." Vivienne raised an eyebrow, "Does dad

years and might not have much attachment to this aunt. But if someone has

with

evident in how he treated

asked Sasha what they planned to do with Winston if

Linklater family can certainly afford to take care of

felt a special

to that, they would be more than happy

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

up, a smirk playing on her lips as she turned to Percival, "Mr. Wolf, what's meant to come will always find its

made a U-turn, heading towards the west side,

the riverside

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

alone, her heart was removed during a night jog before she was thrown into the river. We can

and, donning gloves, moved forward to examine the

clean and precise, likely the work of

river to obscure the exact time of death. Given the severity of her injuries, Abigail must be hiding

the nearby facilities, "Have you

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