Late into the night, Aurora Geordie sat by the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the scenery. Her eyes reflected the grandeur of the capital, but her thoughts had wandered far away.It was already midnight, and Herbert Bradley, who had been working on a night shoot, had returned home. He found Aurora Geordie still in a daze, curled up into a small ball by the window."What's wrong? Why aren't you asleep yet?" Herbert Bradley approached, ruffling her hair gently, his voice low.Aurora Geordie lifted her chin slightly, indicating upstairs. "My father isn't asleep, and neither is my brother."When Herbert Bradley came back, he noticed that the third floor and Villa No. 2 were still lit, suggesting that both father and son were still awake, and so was Aurora Geordie."What's going on? Can you tell me?"Herbert Bradley sat across from her, taking her hand in his and kneading it. Her hand was soft, almost boneless, but upon closer inspection, he could feel the scars and calluses.Aur
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