Chapter 61- Disaster

Stephen presided at the dining table, nursing his cup of coffee, while morning sunlight filtering into the kitchen window blended with his thoughts. Well, they were all about Victor. It was too easy, too clean. Some part of Stephen felt that something in Victor's surrender did not fit—like a jigsaw puzzle piece. He leaned back, rubbing his temples. Persuasion wouldn't work on Victor; he knew the system. But Charles? Ah, Charles was an entirely different matter. If he could get Charles to talk, perhaps he could discover what was really going on.

This reverie was broken by an impatient cry from Ariane. "Mom, I'm going to be late for school!"

Marianne's voice drifted down the hallway. "I'm coming!" A moment later, the scent of her perfume preceded her as she squeezed past Stephen. "I'm dropping Ariane at school," she said, settling her purse onto her shoulder.

Stephen's face darkened. "Just Ariane? What about Yuna?"

Marianne, much fatigued by the display of emotions, sighed. "Yuna refuse
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