After Duncan took a seat, he motioned towards the empty seat across the table, asking Abigail to take her seat. Abigail, her thoughts racing and her composure shaky, hesitated for a moment before finally sitting down. She avoided making eye contact, her gaze drifting to a random spot in the room. In an attempt to calm her nerves, she absentmindedly fumbled with her collar, a nervous gesture that betrayed her uneasiness. Unbeknownst to Abigail, Duncan keenly observed her discomfort. Sensing her unease, he leaned forward slightly, his voice gentle as he asked, "Are you okay, Abigail?" Abigail's initial reaction was to dismiss his concern, attempting to mask her true emotions. "Me? Yeah, I'm cool," she replied, forcing a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. Duncan, however, wasn't convinced. He had noticed the subtle signs of her agitation and could see through her façade. "You actually look unsettled now, that's why I asked," he pressed, offering his empathy. Caught off gua

Abigail was momentarily stunned, not expecting such a response from Karla. She had anticipated a collaborative effort, but the notion of Karla actively participating in the mission took her by surprise. However, Abigail quickly composed herself, realizing that Karla's commitment to the cause was unwavering. Gathering her thoughts, Abigail nodded, a mixture of surprise and admiration in her eyes. "Alright then," she said, her voice filled with determination. "We will go together." Nodding her head, Karla leaned forward, her expression determined and focused. "When we follow him tomorrow, you'll stay outside and just keep surveying while I go in there, kick their damn asses, and grab the journal. Got it?" Abigail, feeling a creeping sense of franticness, nodded in response, attempting to hide her unease by looking away. "Alright. I am in," she replied, her voice filled with a mix of determination and apprehension. "See you later tomorrow," Karla said, concluding their conversatio

Staring at Karla with a creeping feeling of remorse, Duncan hesitated for a moment. He outstretched his hand, intending to touch her shoulder in a gesture of comfort, but stopped his fingers just an inch away before ultimately dropping his hand. "Why do you have to be stubborn all the time?" Duncan asked, his voice filled with a mix of frustration and regret. Karla, determined to maintain her composure, resisted the urge to retort. She focused on fighting back her tears, refusing to let them burst forth and display her vulnerability. Not knowing what more to say, Duncan quietly left the room, the heaviness of the situation lingering in the air. The silence engulfed Karla, leaving her alone with her thoughts and the emotional turmoil that enveloped her. After a while, Abigail cautiously walked into the room, sensing the tension that had transpired between Karla and Duncan. Karla shifted her gaze to Abigail, her eyes filled with a mix of weariness and curiosity. "Look, I'm...

As Julie's concerned gaze shifted towards Karla's noticeably bulging abdomen, she instinctively attempted to pull up Karla's clothing slightly to examine the area. However, Duncan, acting on instinct, swiftly caught Julie's hand before she could proceed. In a subtle gesture, he flicked an imaginary speck of dirt from her hair, attempting to divert her attention away from Karla's condition. Duncan, realizing the need to provide an explanation, spoke up, his voice calm yet slightly strained. "Karla and I spent the night somewhere last night," he said, his words carefully chosen. "She didn't sleep all night, which is why she's looking pale." Duncan hoped that this partial truth would suffice as an explanation for Karla's appearance. Confusion and disbelief filled Julie's expression as she processed Duncan's statement. "What? Why didn't she sleep?" she asked, her voice tinged with astonishment. Her mind was unable to grasp the reason behind Karla's sleepless night. Caught off guar

Zinnia, shocked by the escalating confrontation, couldn't hide her astonishment, "How dare you? Did you just talk back to my mother? Are you high or something?!" Duncan's response was defiant, "I'm not. I think you all have been high." His words hung heavily in the air, further fueling the tension in the room. As the room continued to stare at Duncan, he stood his ground and spoke with determination, "I'm done working as a mere cleaner in this company. I am a son-in-law of this family, and I deserve respect regardless of my position." Zinnia, still seething with anger, responded with a firm oath, "You will not get what you wish." Undeterred by Zinnia's warning, Duncan made a bold declaration, shocking everyone present. He calmly stated, "Then I will look for work elsewhere. I'm sure the Walton Group of Companies would be interested in employing me since I am connected to the Lennart family." His words reverberated through the room, leaving the others in disbelief. They couldn'