Duncan, perceptive to the stiffness in Laila's expression, couldn't ignore the tension in the room. Glancing at Zinnia, he asked, "Mother-in-law, why do you seem shocked and agitated by the mention of my father-in-law?" Laila, her patience wearing thin, glared at him and snapped, "Just get lost, Duncan!" Not wanting to escalate the situation, Duncan played the innocent card and obediently left the room. As he departed, he couldn't help but wonder about the secrets lurking beneath the surface of his in-laws' reactions. Zinnia, perplexed by the exchange, turned to her mother. "What was that all about, Mother?" Laila, defensive, replied, "Duncan was just trying to get under my skin, as usual." Zinnia, not entirely convinced, cut her off. "Enough of that, Mother. Tell me about Father. Why are you avoiding the question about him?" Laila hesitated, then sighed. "Your father... He is not doing well. His health has taken a turn for the worse." Zinnia's expression softened, concerned
Surprised, Duncan stared at the sketched face before him, disbelief etched across his features. The realization hit him – it was a sketch of himself. Inside the carefully torn wrapping, a card lay with the words "Find him soon" inscribed on it. Gregg's name was discreetly placed at the bottom of the card. Duncan understood at that moment that Gregg had orchestrated this mysterious delivery. His surprise deepened as he compared the sketch to his own facial features; it was an uncanny match. Panic set in as he contemplated the consequences of Ma'am Luna or his mother-in-law, Laila, discovering this sketch. It could be the end game for him, and he urgently wondered what he could do. Quickly, Duncan messaged Karla, explaining the dire situation. As he anxiously waited for her response, he considered the worst-case scenarios that could unfold if the sketch fell into the wrong hands. Karla's call interrupted his thoughts, and she got straight to the point. "What's the plan, Duncan?"
Lady Zelda, wearied by the unfolding chaos, implored, "Duncan, please, forget about finding anything. Let the sleeping dog lie." Duncan, fueled by determination and a thirst for the truth, refused to yield. He questioned his mother, "Why do you want that, Mother? What are you hiding?" Lady Zelda, caught off guard and unable to provide a satisfactory answer, remained silent. The weight of unspoken truths hung in the air, and the strained relationship between mother and son faced yet another moment of reckoning. Sensing Duncan's unwavering determination, Lady Zelda, desperate to put an end to the unfolding turmoil, ordered him sternly, "Duncan, forget about this matter. Promise me you won't try to dig up the past." Duncan, torn between his quest for the truth and his mother's wishes, reluctantly apologized, "I will not do that, Mother, sorry.." Her disappointment evident, Lady Zelda asked pointedly, "Are you going to disobey me?" Duncan, his frustration boiling over, defian
Abigail wasn't really happy to see her uncle, Rhino, whom she doesn't know much about his illegal activities. But he was happy to see her. Taking his seat, he noticed her demeanor which wasn't favorable to him, still, he managed to compliment her.“Abigail, my dear niece, I'm glad you waited for me. You're looking as charming as ever.’ Abigail, with an evident reluctance in her reply, replied straightforwardly,” Uncle Rhino. What do you want?”Rhino, feigning innocence, answered, “Can't a doting uncle visit his lovely niece without being interrogated?”Abigail, cutting through the charade, mumbled,” Cut the act, please. Why did you want to meet?” Rhino, leaning back with a sly grin, said, “Always direct, just like your old man. Well, let's say I have a proposition that might interest you.”Abigail was skeptical. “Proposition? I do not deal with your kind of propositions.”Rhino, unfazed, nodded. “Hear me out, Abigail. It's an opportunity that could benefit both of us. Abigail cr
As Rhino hurriedly left, Abigail arose from her seat, her mind swirling with a mix of emotions. Unaware of Karla's watchful eyes, she paid the waiter and descended the stairs, determined to confront whatever awaited her downstairs. Abigail gracefully descended the stairs, her composed demeanor the tumult of thoughts within. As she reached the lower level, Karla's eyes met hers, and Karla warmly waved at her. Duncan, sitting beside Karla, turned to Abigail with a friendly smile. “Hey, Abigail! When did you get here?" "Not too long ago, Duncan. Just joined the crowd." Karla, curious, chimed in. "Are you here for business, Abigail?" Abigail, maintaining her composure, nodded. "Yes, Karla. Business as usual." Karla's gaze lingered for a moment, a glint of curiosity still present. "Anything exciting, or the usual hustle?" Abigail, choosing her words carefully, replied, "The usual hustle, you know how it goes." Duncan, always eager for a good story, grinned. "You've always got somet
Days passed, and the tension within the Lennart mansion lingered. One evening, Lisa, determined to confront Duncan once more, sought him out in Zinnia's room after he returned to the house. "We need to talk, Duncan."Duncan, casually flipping through a magazine, glanced up without much interest. "What now, Lisa?"Lisa, her resolve strengthened, confronted him. "You can't keep treating me like this. I won't stand for it."Duncan, smirking, replied, "Stand for what, Lisa? You're the one who let it all happen."Lisa, suppressing her frustration, retorted, "I won't let you make me feel worthless. I deserve respect."Duncan, dismissive as ever, scoffed, "Respect? You're a pawn in this game, Lisa. Nothing more."Lisa, refusing to back down, said, "I won't be your pawn any longer. I won't let you use me."Duncan, with a cold chuckle, remarked, "You are still under the illusion that you have a choice. You are talking as if you can get over me."Lisa, tired of his arrogance, shot back, "I m
Some days later, Ma'am Luna summoned Laila, urging her to call Gregg so they could discuss the progress—or lack thereof—in finding Archi's elusive son.“What's going on, Laila? I've not heard from you people regarding finding Archi's bastard son,” Gregg's hoarse voice resonated through the room as he answered the call. The conversation was on loudspeaker so Ma'am Luna could also hear him.“Hey, Gregg. We've been futile in our search for him,” Ma'am Luna informed him.“That's impossible. I'm sure you've got good underground men to help you find him quickly. What's with the delay?” Gregg retorted.“The sketch of the person you gave us seems to be out of this city and even the country as a whole,” Laila explained. “That's why we've not been able to find him.”Gregg, incredulous, questioned, “Are you sure the artist who did this sketch did a good job?”“Or did you maybe give him a wrong description of Archie’s son?” Laila added, her suspicion apparent. Archie, growing impatient, inter
Zinnia, grappling with the sudden revelation, continued to stare at Gregg, her mind racing to process the shocking information. “I'm the daughter of a criminal?”Gregg, with an unsettling grin, responded callously, “Welcome to the real world, Zinnia. Your dear mother and grandmother tried to shield you, but the truth has a way of catching up.”Laila, defensive and angry, intervened, “Zinnia, don't believe everything he says. He's always been manipulative.”Ma'am Luna, equally disturbed, added, “We never wanted you to be a part of his world. We were trying to protect you.”Zinnia, overwhelmed by conflicting emotions, demanded, “Is everything he said true, Mom?”Laila hesitated, her eyes avoiding Zinnia's gaze, “Zinnia, we need to talk about this, but not here.”Gregg, seizing the opportunity, sneered, “Oh, the mother-daughter duo finally facing the truth. How heartwarming.”Zinnia, torn between anger and confusion, turned to Gregg, “Why now? Why reveal this now?”Gregg, with a self