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EPISODE TWENTY SIX THEME: What changed his mind? MOON STONE FORTRESS IN THE PACK HOUSE Jaylen twirled Claire around in his arms, he had almost forgotten there was another member of the family he hadn't seen. She had grown so big that he could hardly recognize her.

Claire couldn't help but smile at Valen who mimicked Alex's behavior while interrogating her son. “Why are you in the kitchen? Do you want to bother Mommy too?” Alex asked back. “No.” Valen shook his head. Then walked over to Claire. “Mommy, there's a show on TV about Mommy's favorite actor!” “What?!” Claire's eyes rounded in surprise and delight. “Yes, Mom.” Without waiting any longer, Claire put her utensils on the stove and quickly walked out of the kitchen while calling out to Alex. “Daddy, the food is done. Daddy pour it on the plate yourself. Mommy wants to see Mommy's favorite actor!” Claire shouted as she walked out of the kitchen. Leaving Valen and Alex who were still there.

Claire stated, letting us in. “Sure. Wait, where is Darren and Mr. Herrera?” Elijah curiously asked. “Oh, Darren is still preparing himself upstairs. Mr. Herrera needs to be somewhere for work so he couldn’t make it tonight.” “How about your family, Claire?” I asked, unable to contain myself from asking her a question. Her eyes lit up as she heard me finally said something that was meant for her. “They are still in the Canada, Kate. So, stay here for now. I will just call you after I prepared the table. Cloey, please behave, okay?”

“AHH, you don’t think it’s fatal? Like the virus, everyone got sick over? It’s contagious, especially for Grandfather, Father, and Mother due to their age. That must be the reason for her betrayal of the family.” Quinton could only place his hand over his face at the accusations Henry placed on Claire—his own cousin for his misdeeds. Johnson Tullis, the butler, entered the dining room and announced Claire and her family’s arrival. “Father. Sorry, we are late. We had to make a showing for Blake’s Grandfather and just arrived from the Elon Estate in the Capital.” Julie explained, rushing into the dining room.

Claire was unsure whether she wanted her to answer that question, but the silence was increasing, so she decided to and replied in the negative. “it's because of the women. You and I are why this family has remained stable over the years. It's because we have done our best to make the men fall in love with us to create good homes for our children,” she said, taking another scoop of the desert. Claire scoffed; in her mind, she felt all she was doing was a waste of time. Claire wasn't prepared to make someone fall in love with her or become a mother. Claire was trying hard to plan her escape, and she was already getting pressure mounted on her. Claire decided she would be quicker in her attemp

All they praised and acknowledged was Clyde not knowing he was just someone who received praise for something he didn't work hard to get. Damien still hoped that one day, all of this would be over and then he would be on his own. He wouldn't have to live behind his younger brother's shadow or keep following his father's order but he suddenly felt another leech tied around his neck when his father said ... "You are getting married to Claire Adamson, the youngest daughter of the Adamson's Family"

"I'm angry enough to burn this house down. But I'm not going to give you to him because I lost my temper." "You don't have me to give." "Don't I?" His other hand cupped my jaw with a gentleness that contradicted everything else. "Your father's debt. Your family's company. Your reputation. I hold all of it, Claire. I could destroy everything you love with a phone call."

“And apparently, based on what you’ve told me, our mother’s stubborn determination as well.” “Apparently it runs in the family,” I replied, genuine joy filling every word. Unlike every previous revelation connected to my complicated past, Claire’s discovery carried none of the danger, none of Victor’s manipulation, simply the genuine, uncomplicated joy of gaining family I never knew existed, untangled entirely from tragedy and threat. Over the following months, Claire became a regular, cherished presence within our lives, her own husband and young daughter joining our increasingly large, unconventional family gatherings, Tyler delighting in his new cousin’s company during regular visits that

I put on the same gentle expression I'd always given her, but the words that left my mouth made her go cold. "Claire, don't be dramatic. Even if I died, you'd still have someone else, wouldn't you?" She stopped short, almost throwing herself at me. Her throat bobbed as she swallowed and forced her voice to sound calm. "What are you talking about? You're the only family I have." Her hands curled into fists at her sides, and something dark flickered in her eyes. I did not doubt that if we were alone, she'd try to hit me. I looked up at her and smiled. "If I'm gone, doesn't that make Nicole your last remaining relative?"

I returned to my chair. "Any update?" I got straight to the point, reaching into the top drawer of my desk for my cigar and lighter. I lit a fresh stick and puffed smoke as I listened, being fed information. A new woman, named Claire, showed up at the house today with a five-year-old daughter. Turns out Mr. Williams Jr. has another child—with her.” "Claire who? Did you get a surname?" "I think I heard Grandma Charlotte introduce her to Zyliah as Claire Bermout."