If it hadn't been for Yvette, Xavier might never have imagined that Shannon's lifesaver was an imposter. Naturally, he wouldn't have investigated it at all! As for Daphne's personal life, Xavier had never cared, so he didn't even mention it.

When Daphne was taken away, she howled as though she had gone mad.

Mark stood on the second floor. This was the first time he witnessed Daphne, who had always been gentle, in such a state

Zachary was bored, lounging in his room in Bay Villa. He already knew Yvette and Noah had left Tirion, but Tristan wasn't willing to let him go yet.

Since Tristan liked to play dad so much, Zachary didn't mind letting him experience what it was like to be a father for a few days.

Suddenly, a loud "bang" echoed from upstairs.

Downstairs in the living room, Tristan was chatting with Quentin, both slightly surprised.

Before they could react, another series of bangs followed.

Quentin narrowed his eyes slightly, a smirk playing on his lips. "Things sure feel different with kids around."

Tristan set down his glass of wine. "If Xav's not coming, I'm not staying with you." Now he had to properly discipline a certain little troublemaker.

Heading upstairs, Tristan found Zachary, who had somehow acquired a volleyball and was playing with it. Unfortunately, his room's windows were broken, and not a single piece of the family's porcelain had been spared.

"What are you doing?"

The next second, the ball hit him square in his handsome face.

only

angry, Zachary calmly explained, "You might not know this, but kids at this age are just naturally

volleyball and tossed

know that, I do know that if

about five years old. If he had been older,

a young boy, no matter how annoying,

suddenly, tomato sauce splattered all

"You brat, I'm gonna-"

Tristan could finish

sentence, Zachary calmly

"I know you want

up. Go ahead and hit me then. After all, you claim to be my dad, even though we've only just met

nearby listened to him, her

clothes. When he entered the dressing room, to his further dismay, his clothes were filled with snow, most of which

Zachary called out, "I put the snowman in there for you. Did you see

Tristan could charge at him, Zachary swiftly returned to his room and shut the door.

An hour later...

"Mr. Tristan?"

"What is it?"

"I can't sleep."

"Then don't."

Another hour passed.

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