As the family members reached the grand hall, their eyes naturally gravitated towards Oliver and Logan, who were seated in the room. The atmosphere carried a hint of confusion as the unexpected presence of the two newcomers sparked curiosity among the family members. Nevertheless, they all gracefully took their seats, their gazes fixed on Oliver and Logan, awaiting an introduction.One of the men, his demeanor exuding a sense of authority, directed his cold gaze towards Oliver and Logan. His voice carried an undertone of sternness as he posed the question that lingered in the room. "Who are you two?" he inquired, his words sharp and direct.Oliver, sensing the coldness in the man's tone, got up about to reply to him, but Garcia stepped forward and held Oliver's hands. This shocked the rest of the family members; it was shocking to see Garcia hold someone's hands. Alice was the only person who mostly got that privilege."Allow me to introduce my brothers," Garcia began, her voice fille

Tears streamed down Garcia's face as she revealed the painful truth. "I sent you and the butler away, believing that the accident was not a mere coincidence. I thought it was planned, and I couldn't bear the thought of losing you too."Oliver's eyes widened with a mix of shock and confusion. "You...you sent me away? But why?"Garcia's voice quivered as she choked back a sob. "I believed it was the only way to protect you, to keep you safe from any potential harm. I couldn't bear the thought of losing my precious child."Oliver's heart ached as he tried to process the depth of his mother's sacrifice. The world he had known suddenly seemed like an illusion, shattered by the reality of the secrets that had been kept from him.Garcia's voice trembled with remorse as she continued, her words laden with the weight of her past decisions. "I told the family that you and the butler had perished in the accident, to ensure your safety and to keep our secret hidden."Oliver's voice quivered as he

A subtle smile curled on Lauren's lips as she shook her head. "Officer Aurora, I understand that you were not the one responsible for the killings," she reassured, her tone calm and reassuring. "The purpose of my visit is to delve deeper into the circumstances surrounding those crimes and ensure that justice is served."Aurora's anger flared, and she clenched her fists, her voice laced with frustration. "What nonsense is this? How does any of this concern you?" She demanded, her eyes searching Lauren's face for answers.Sensing Aurora's agitation, Lauren maintained her composure and raised her hands in a calming gesture. "Please, Officer Aurora, I ask you to remain calm," she implored. "Recently, there have been two deaths in Ottawa that seem to be connected to the ongoing investigation into the murder of young girls in Boston Hills. I believe there may be links between the cases, and your involvement could provide valuable insights."Aurora's frown deepened as she processed the infor

Amara leaned closer to Oliver, her voice barely audible as she whispered a cautionary message. "Be careful, Oliver. Your uncle, cousins, and the rest may seem good, but they're not."Oliver listened attentively, a knowing smile gracing his lips as he appreciated Amara's concern. "Thank you for the tip," he replied softly. Amara nodded in acknowledgment before she turned and gracefully walked away.Once inside the room, Oliver retrieved his phone and dialed Alice's number without hesitation. As the call connected, he could sense the anticipation in Alice's voice. "Master, are you at the Storm House already?" she inquired. Oliver confirmed his presence with a simple nod and proceeded to address his concerns. "Why did you tell my mom about Vespera's attack?" He questioned, his tone laced with curiosity and a hint of apprehension.On the other end of the line, Alice took a brief pause before responding, her voice calm and collected. "I apologize, Master Oliver," she began, "but I though

Garcia gracefully made her way to the hall, where a middle-aged man, dressed in a doctor's attire, awaited her arrival. As she entered, he stood up respectfully and greeted her."President Garcia, it's good to see you."Garcia glanced around, ensuring they were alone in the hall. Satisfied that no one else was present, she motioned for the maid to leave and return upstairs. The obedient maid quickly retreated, leaving Garcia and the doctor alone. Taking her seat, she gestured for the doctor to join her.Now seated, Garcia cut to the chase. "Is the report ready?" she inquired, her voice tinged with a hint of urgency. The doctor nodded in response, acknowledging her question."It is ready, President," the doctor replied, reaching into his bag and retrieving a stack of files. With a solemn expression, he handed them to Garcia, who wasted no time in delving into their contents. As she perused the documents, her brow furrowed, and a sense of concern washed over her."What's happening?" Garc