Carolina remained deeply disturbed by her discovery in the west wing, but her immediate concern was Justin. Seeking a distraction, she took up a hobby she had long admired: crocheting. She sat in a plush armchair in the library, the rhythmic clicking of her needles echoing softly. Beside her, Justin was engrossed in his own world, playing with a set of paints. For a moment, there was peace. However, when Carolina snapped back to reality and looked down, she gasped. Justin had turned himself into a colorful clown, paint smeared from ear to ear. "Oh my God! Justin, what have you done?" she cried, though a small smile tugged at her lips as she scooped him into her arms. He only laughed, punctuating his joy by stamping a wet, painted palm directly onto her face. "You want Adrian to kill me, don't you?" she whispered in the lowest tone possible, her heart fluttering with a mix of affection and dread. She was approaching the door to clean him up when it swung open. It was the
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