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.

the same mother, there was a chance Winston might suffer

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

mouth puckered in concern,

Winston, you're

returned

"Winston, didn't you want to pick

scampered off towards

up, "What's going

shook her head, "It's hard to say for now, but someone from the Wright

looked at the cheerful Winston, "Using

Selfish people will find any excuse to justify

about another matter, "Any progress on Abigail's

severely injured her; she won't last

family for so long, she must have had multiple identities. And

I kept it from him. He's been at the front for years and might not have much attachment to this aunt. But if someone

with

was evident

do with Winston if

can certainly

both she and Arthur felt a

it came to that, they would be more than happy to

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

turned to Percival, "Mr. Wolf, what's meant

west side, "As long as she

the riverside

off the area, leaving only a small section open near

we've identified the victim. A 29-year-old woman living alone, her heart was removed during a night jog before she was thrown into the river. We can only confirm her death occurred within the last

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

around the heart was clean and precise, likely the work of

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

facilities, "Have you

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