After a brief silence that enveloped the dining room, Ma'am Luna broke the stillness with cutting words. "It's because of you, Bella, that Aaron turned out to be useless," she accused, her voice filled with a mix of anger and disappointment. With those words, she abruptly stood up and left the room, leaving behind an atmosphere of tension and resentment. Zinnia, attempting to conceal her annoyance, rose from her seat and directed a stern statement towards Duncan. "Make sure you arrive at the company before me," she commanded, her words laced with frustration. Duncan, however, responded with a nonchalant demeanor. "I think my legs are aching," he casually remarked. "I have been job hunting for a while, you know, and that's why my legs turned out like that. So, I will take a bit of rest before heading to the company." Zinnia's patience wore thin as she retorted firmly, "I won't tolerate your negligence." Creasing his brows, Duncan lifted his gaze to Zinnia, his shrug conveyi

As Babette got into her car and drove off, Karla approached Duncan, her curiosity piqued. "So, she helped you dispel any suspicions that might arise later on? That was kind of her."Duncan paused for a moment, his gaze following Babette's departing car. "Hmm," he murmured, his expression inscrutable. "You should go home now and get some rest."Karla regarded him intently. "And what about you? Where are you headed?" Duncan's eyes met Karla's, and there was a flicker of determination in his gaze. As his mind traced back to the moment he had read his father's diary, a mixture of emotions surged within him. Determined to uncover the truth, his mind was now consumed by the urgency of his mission. Reluctantly, Duncan's voice took on a resolute tone, his expression hardening like steel. "I'm going somewhere important," he declared, his words laced with determination. "I want to start carrying out my father's wish." Karla, taken aback by Duncan's sudden shift in demeanor, furrowed he

Later in the evening, Peterson Rogers found himself in his cold, dimly lit cell at the detention center. He lay on the narrow bench bed, his eyes fixated on the peeling paint of the ceiling, lost in his thoughts. The weight of his past actions and the consequences they had brought upon him bore heavily on his conscience. Suddenly, he heard the sound of approaching footsteps echoing through the corridor. Peterson's attention was piqued, but he initially chose to ignore the disturbance, resigned to his secluded existence behind bars."Peterson," a voice called out, breaking through the silence. He sat up, his eyes shifting towards the cell bar gates, and a flicker of surprise replaced the gloom on his face as he recognized the familiar voice. It was Ma'am Luna and Laura, two individuals he never expected to see in this place."What are you doing here?" Peterson asked, his tone laced with dismissiveness as he eyed them warily. His guard was up, uncertain of their intentions."To tal

As Karla spun around, her heart pounding in her chest, she hastily dialed Duncan's number, desperate for an explanation. However, before she could complete the call, a sudden thud echoed through the room. Time seemed to freeze as fear gripped her, and her phone nearly slipped from her trembling grasp. With cautious dread, Karla turned around slowly, her eyes widening in disbelief as she witnessed Duncan stepping across the window into her room. Shock threatened to escape her lips in the form of a scream, but before she could react, he swiftly rushed towards her, covering her mouth with his hand. In the process, their balance faltered, causing them to tumble onto the nearby bed, with Karla ending up on top of Duncan. The unexpected turn of events caused Karla to let out a shrill cry of pain. "Ahh!" she exclaimed, the jolt causing a surge of discomfort. Duncan's concern was immediate. "Shit. Are you okay?" he asked urgently, his worry evident in his voice. With a gentle touch, h

Slowly turning back, Duncan's eyes locked onto the safe resting on the table. Determination welled up inside him as he approached it, ready to give it one last try. "Give it the last ever try, Duncan. Let's be hopeful," he silently encouraged himself, summoning a glimmer of optimism. Taking a minute to gather his thoughts and calm his racing mind, Duncan allowed his eyes to roam around the room. The familiar words from his father's diary echoed in his thoughts once more, "...It's all about you." The significance of those words struck him with renewed intensity as if they held the key to unraveling the mystery of the password. His eyes widened as a word suddenly flashed across his mind. It felt right, resonating with the theme- "Mystery" of the diary and his own personal journey. Without hesitating, Duncan swiftly entered the word as the password, his fingers moving with purpose and anticipation. After what felt like an eternity, Duncan's impatience reached its peak as the saf