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Her face was pale, thinner than I remembered. Behind me, heels clicked. I turned. Lucy. She stood in the doorway. Black trousers, cream blouse, hair pulled back. Sunglasses pushed up on her head even though we were indoors. She glanced at me briefly, then looked away. "Lucy," Vivienne said. "Thank god you're here." Lucy walked to the other side of the bed, still avoiding my gaze. The door opened. Dr. Hance entered with a tablet, nurse trailing behind him.

“For a second I thought there was going to be a huge mess but it kind of stopped somehow.” “Do you know how this happened?”. Henry nodded. “You’ll be surprised to hear about it.” “Why? Is it serious?”. “Kind of.” Lucy looks around, searching for Robin who was nowhere to be seen. When she did manage to find her husband, he was wiping away the sweat off his face, while staring down at his hands. “There he is!” she walked up to him, about to call him only for the music to start playing. The musicians started playing their performance on stage.

In spite of cheating at board games and cards, Dan’s reputation was impeccable. Lucy perked up. “Leigh, didn’t you bring your guitar?” she wondered. Leigh nodded. “Why, you play?” she wondered. Lucy shook her head. “I don’t, but I am sure someone else can.” Leigh looked over her shoulder and my eyes caught hers. She offered me a pleading look and I shrugged. “You can play the guitar?” Eileen gasped, noticing the exchange.

Lucille said indifferently, looking calm. "Lucy, the incident from earlier…" Brian was still in shock. He didn't know Lucille had been through so much. He'd always thought she'd been doing well in the Johnson family. He'd never expected things to be like this. Lucille glanced at Jonathan, who'd been by her side the whole time, before she turned to Brian and said, "I'm fine. Don't worry about me." Brian was relieved when he saw Lucille's composed demeanor. "By the way, you're the one who composed the melody for the piece Sabrina played, aren't you?" In truth, he wasn't asking a question so much so as stating facts.

One of them murmured, as if lost in thought, "I don't know why, but her back looks a lot like the woman from the news—Steven Cooper's former wife." "That's impossible. His wife was a painter, and Alina's profile says she teaches English. Stop overthinking it. Maybe she just knows someone who works at Cooper Ventures..." Lucy left the murmurs behind, trying to steady herself. But when she reached for the kettle, her fingers trembled, and the porcelain cup slipped from her grasp, shattering on the floor. The shards scattered in all directions, some landing in the steaming water. She flinched as the scalding liquid splashed onto the back of her hand. Just as she instinctively bent down to clean

C12: PAINTINGS TWO DAYS LATER. Lucy kept doing her job as a tea maid. sitting on the swing in her garden she stared at the plants she had nurtured with Helene, remembering the past she sighed, her mind drifted back to Kael. Even though he had hurt her she still wanted to meet him and carefully ask him why but then he seemed to be avoiding her all these while. Lucy thought about what she had read, but then it wasn't easy for her to ask anyone about wolfsbane, she would be questioned.

“If you had killed Malia, then I would be so sad that Hilda had died for nothing. Thank God you are at my mercy.” “Bastard,” Lucy cursed, making Hailey give her a resounding slap across the face. “I am a bastard ... .Fine,” Hailey spat. “At least I am not a senseless whore who was willing to end her life because of another man’s dick.” “He was so good, especially when his dick was stretching my pussy.” Lucy said and Hailey gave her another resounding slap across the face. “Let me show you a very beautiful video,” Hailey said and played a video on her phone.

“Augustine, did… did Haley set this all up?” She glanced desperately at the screens and the shocked faces of the guests. “Is she angry? Is that why she recorded this, to embarrass you?” Lucy bit her lip, her expression a mask of wounded innocence. “She’s just doing this because she’s jealous. She wants you to win her back. Your Highness, you can’t just give her what she wants…” Before she could finish, the screen changed again. This time, it displayed the taunting messages and photos Lucy had sent to Haley.

—Irina, I'm not understanding you. —It happens that yesterday I tried to communicate with you all day, we had a visit to the vineyard —she reminded him annoyed—You are my best friend and the only one, but I need if you are going to be with me in the preparations for my wedding, otherwise I will accept the help From Saul's sister, my sister-in-law would be delighted to participate in her brother's wedding. — Luciana closed her eyes upon hearing the hurt tone of her friend, she did not want to disappoint her, she had said it well, she was her best friend and her only one.

She stomped her foot, snarling under her breath, "Why are you getting so worked up over one dead bitch?" She then stroked her belly, a sudden glint appearing in her eyes along with a sinister, triumphant smile playing on her lips. … Upon arriving at Lowe Manor, Lucy disembarked the car with numerous gift bags in hand. She then tidied up her hair before pressing the doorbell. "What's the purpose of your visit, Ms. Hart?" Helena asked, remaining seated on the couch. She took a sip of coffee with an indifferent gaze, not bothering to look up. Lucy didn't even get a word out before tears started streaming down her face. She then fell to her knees with a heavy thud, looking up at Helena.