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.

to only

angry, Zachary calmly explained, "You might not know this, but kids at this

volleyball and tossed it out

know that if there's a next time, I'll

sore face, thinking that, thankfully, Zachary was only about five years old. If he had been older, Tristan might

young boy, no matter how annoying, would be

tomato pasta when suddenly, tomato sauce splattered

"You brat, I'm gonna-"

Tristan could finish

sentence, Zachary calmly

"I know

hit me then. After all, you claim

nearby listened to him, her

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

put the snowman in there for you. Did you

swiftly returned to his room and shut the door. While sitting on his bed, Zachary

An hour later...

"Mr. Tristan?"

"What is it?"

"I can't sleep."

"Then don't."

Another hour passed.

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