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    After Peyton’s departure, Harlee, Rhys, Sk, and Tiffany, alongside Brenton and others who had joined themter, settled into their vehicles.


    Within the vehicle’s confines, Harlee savored a long sip of the soda Rhys had provided, her expression revealing a trace of contentment. Rhys truly grasped what she desired most. The sensation of a mouthful of soda was incredibly soothing.


    Extracting her phone, Harlee snuggled against Rhys and casuallyunched a game. Her demeanor was the epitome of rxation, betraying no hint of the day’s earlier violent events.


    Rhys, observing Harlee, subtly adjusted her position to enhance herfort. He then turned to tweak the air conditioning settings for the back seats.


    In the car’s middle row, Tiffany and Sk sat in silence, the day’s events still haunting them.


    Recently arrived, Brenton viewed their uneasy expressions and voiced his remorse.


    “Mom, Tiffany, I apologize. This ordeal stems from my mismanagement.”


    Tiffany quickly responded, “Brenton, don’t me yourself. If fault must be assigned, I bear the greater burden.”


    Sk straightened, her gaze distant. Having never before experienced a kidnapping coupled with a bomb threat, her response was understandably dyed. Although she intended to discourage the me game, her thoughtsgged behind.


    Harlee, engrossed in her game, continued to sip her soda. She spoke with indifference.


    “If we’re all pointing fingers at ourselves, perhaps I should im some fault too. But honestly, why should victims fault themselves? Isn’t that absurd?”


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    Rhys grinned, his smile carrying a mischievous edge.


    “Indeed, who would foolishly ept me meant for a criminal?”


    In the car’s middle row, Tiffany’s and Brenton’s faces mirrored their internal conflict. Surely, they weren’t the foolish ones, were they? Thus, their dialogue dwindled to silence.


    Brenton gave Rhys a sharp look, clearly irritated. Typical, just echoing Harlee’s words as if they were his own. Utterly unoriginal!


    At the Sanderson family estate, darkness had enveloped the surroundings by the time Harlee and herpanions arrived. The March evening air was piercingly cold.


    As they stepped from the car, Lonnie and Clint waited by the front door, wearing only light jackets.


    Upon seeing Sk and Tiffany emerge, Lonnie and Clint hurried over with concern etched on their faces, each posing the same urgent question.


    Lonnie’s gaze was locked on Sk.


    “Darling, are you alright?”


    Clint scrutinized Tiffany for any injuries.


    “Tiffany, are you okay?”


    Concerned about thete hour and Tiffany’s potential restlessness, Harlee suggested she stay the night. Warm invitations from Sk and the others soon followed, which Tiffany gratefully epted.


    Sk wrapped her arms around Lonnie in a warm embrace and yfully poked him.


    “With our daughter here, how could I possibly be harmed?”


    Sk then grasped his chilly hands.


    “Out here without your heavy coat again? Do you still think you’re young?”


    Lonnie responded with a joyful embrace. A little chiding was a small price for the reassurance of his wife’s safety.


    Behind them, Brenton, Harlee, and Rhys exited the vehicle, continuing forward without a backward nce.


    Tiffany shook her head, dismissing Clint’s concern.


    Clint, his hands trembling from anxiety, rxed slightly at her gesture.


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