With red eyes and on the verge of tears, Penelope nodded, her face the epitome of fragile innocence, as if she had suffered the greatest injustice imaginable. Christopher and Leah were at their wits' end; there was nothing more they could do for now.
Outside, Lucian started the car. He had a date with Allison. It was already 11 PM, and he couldn't help but wonder if she was still waiting for him or if she had gotten angry.
The whole situation surrounding Penelope's pregnancy was riddled with doubt. She had unexpectedly shown up at his place today, demanding an explanation. He hadn’t laid a finger on Penelope that night. Even drunk, he was certain he hadn’t touched her.
He remembered Penelope helping him back to his room that night, but he hadn’t realized the hotel where he was staying was the same one where Penelope was filming. His assistant informed him the next day that a young woman had assisted him, and throughout the night, he'd been calling out Allison's name. Even in his drunken state, he had caught the strong scent of roses—a fragrance he knew wasn’t associated with Allison.
Just as he was about to leave, Zachary called out, “Lucian.” Seeing his father, Lucian stopped the car.
Zachary approached; his son was nothing like him. He took after the old man. Zachary was a scholar, handsome and mature, with glasses that made him look like a university professor. He kept himself in good shape and was fond of the arts, running a high-end antique shop on Charing Cross Road. He spent most of his days there. He and Miranda were the picture of mutual respect. Although Zachary wasn’t a family man, his personal life was clean; he had no affairs and, having made mistakes in his past, he cherished and respected Miranda all the more. But his son Lucian was a different story. He was a chip off the old block—the grandfather.
Zachary hadn't expected such a twist, “Was the chandelier incident investigated? Are you sure it's related to Penelope? And what does Pete have to do with it?”
“David has always had dirty dealings behind the scenes, and grandfather turned a blind eye. But with David’s years in the Lindberg family, as long as the old man is around, he wouldn't dare to stir up trouble. He’s just afraid of what will happen when grandfather is gone... David won’t be satisfied with just falling in line. Dad, you know what kind of man David is.”
Zachary had known David for over forty years; he certainly knew what he was capable of.
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