Regrets

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Theodore stumbled back, hand flying to his reddened cheek, eyes wide with shock and disbelief. Felicia's mouth hung open, her previous arrogance now replaced by a fear that chilled her to the bone.

"Show some respect," Flint growled, his voice low and dangerous. "This man, is not who you think he is. He is Commandant French, a hero of the highest order, and you would do well to remember that."

But Theodore, ever the fool, found the audacity to retort through gritted teeth, his own fists now clenched in a futile gesture of defiance. "A hero? This... healer? You expect us to believe that?"

Felicia, though visibly shaken, tried to stand by her husband's side, her voice quivering as she spoke. "Yes, it's... it's impossible. We refuse to believe such nonsense."

Darien, who had been a silent observer to the escalating confrontation, finally stepped forward. His coolness was a stark contrast to the heated exchanges, his demeanor calm and composed.

"Believe what you will," Darien said, his
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