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.

Winston and Colin shared the same mother, there was a chance Winston might suffer from the same

no abnormalities in Winston, Vivienne breathed a sigh of relief. This was the

little mouth puckered in concern, "Am I sick,

"No, Winston, you're perfectly

smile returned

"Winston, didn't you want to pick a flower for

scampered off

spoke up, "What's

someone from the Wright family practiced forbidden arts. Winston is his

as she looked at the cheerful Winston, "Using lives as stepping

lips, "Desire knows no bounds. Selfish people

asked about another

severely

long, she must have had multiple identities. And I

He's been at the front for years and might not have much attachment to this aunt. But if someone has been impersonating her for years, he won't

with

was evident in

asked Sasha what they planned to do with Winston if the Wright

"The Linklater family can certainly afford to take care of

Arthur felt a special

came to that, they would be more

"Miss, a woman's

to Percival, "Mr. Wolf, what's meant to come will always find

a U-turn, heading towards the west side, "As long as she appears, she'll show her

riverside in

off the area, leaving only a small section open near the first crime

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

and, donning gloves,

was clean and precise,

of death. Given

at the nearby facilities, "Have you checked all the surveillance

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