Karla was a young woman with a vibrant personality and a quick sense of humor. She had a contagious laugh that could brighten up any room. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she chuckled, caught off guard once again by Duncan's unexpected compliment. It seemed to take her by surprise, but she couldn't help but find it amusing. "But that doesn't mean you're not a duckling," Duncan teased, a mischievous grin forming on his face. However, Karla didn't take the teasing in a good stride. She frowned, showing a hint of annoyance at his playful comment. It seemed like he had crossed a line, and she didn't appreciate it. Sensing her discontent, he decided to let go of her, realizing that he had pushed her buttons a bit too far. He shifted the topic, saying, "Anyway... You are welcome, Karla." Confused by his sudden change in tone, Karla questioned, "What?" "Don't bother to say thank you?" She shook her head, finding his behavior rather egotistical. "Geez, you're so full of yourself,"

As Karla shut the door behind her, Abigail couldn't help but let out a frustrated curse word, feeling annoyed by her behavior. "That Karla is sometimes intolerable," she muttered, clenching her folded fist on the table. Abigail found Karla's constant need to show off in different ways and get under her skin irritating. Her annoyance grew as she envisioned Duncan putting on a jacket for Karla. The image of their shared moment during that display of affection made her hiss in frustration. She shut her eyes tightly and then flicked them open, trying to regain her composure. Taking a deep breath, she tried to calm her nerves and push aside the thoughts that were bothering her. "I shouldn't be like this," Abigail whispered under her breath, her voice filled with self-doubt. Holding up her shoulders, she tried to summon confidence. "I'm Abigail Waclaw," she chanted softly to herself. "I shouldn't be this petty because of Karla. Yeah," she added with a determined tone, attempting to convi

There was a palpable tension that seemed to invade the air for a moment as Karla remained silent. Slowly, she let go of Abigail's arm and took a step back, her expression conflicted. Finally, she broke the silence, her voice tinged with a hint of apprehension. "Duncan is going to be upset with us... me especially when he finds out we went on with our plan together without informing him," Karla admitted, her tone heavy with concern. "But at this point, we have already come a bit far, and I think we should just carry on with our findings." Abigail's eyes widened in surprise, her brows furrowing. "Wait, so you are suggesting that we shouldn't tell Duncan anything about this strange person who called Peterson?" Karla hesitated, her reluctance almost turning into irritation. She let out a sigh and nodded begrudgingly. "I don't want to keep this from Duncan, but... we have got to do this," Karla said, her tone filled with a mix of guilt and determination. Abigail sighed, her frustrat

Duncan found Ma'am Luna standing a short distance away, her piercing gaze fixed upon him. His mind raced as he contemplated his next course of action, unsure of how to handle this unexpected encounter. As Ma'am Luna narrowed her eyes and began walking towards him, a frown formed on her face, indicating her displeasure or confusion at seeing Duncan in that particular location. Meanwhile, the waitress who had been involved in the collision left, grumbling about the incident."Duncan?" Ma'am Luna called out, recognizing him and sounding surprised."Gr... grandmother," he stammered, his voice reflecting his astonishment at coming face-to-face with her."What are you doing here?" Ma'am Luna asked, her tone a mix of curiosity and suspicion. Duncan was momentarily left speechless, caught off guard by the encounter. He tried to articulate a response but found himself unable to form coherent words. Ma'am Luna raised an eyebrow, her gaze unwavering. "Did you follow me?" she questioned,

At that instant, the significance of the revelation hit Peterson. He considered the Waltons, a powerful and influential force that had loomed over his life recently in an unexpected way, now emerged as the common enemy shared between him and this mysterious individual. The implications were profound, and Peterson's thoughts raced as he contemplated the gravity of the situation and the potential alliances that lay ahead. Still in shock, Peterson pulled himself together, his mind reeling with important questions. As he regained his composure, other figures began to appear from different corners of the space, further increasing his tension. Curiosity peaked within him, and he couldn't hold back any longer. He directed his question toward the man who had just taken a seat on a rocky chair that Peterson hadn't noticed before. "Who exactly are you people?" Peterson asked, his gaze shifting from one stoic expression to another. The strange faces before him remained impassive, adding to th