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    “Do you all recall Nic?”


    They responded simultaneously, “Yes.”


    “Do you know why she refuses toe back to the Sanderson family?” Lonnie’s expression was grave.


    “She was administered a drug known as the ‘Bloodthirstiness Pill.’ It altered her demeanor significantly. Minor irritations would trigger violent and bloodthirsty outbursts from her, sometimespelling her tomit acts of violence to restore her peace.


    Consequently, she chose solitude, living alone on an ind.”


    Kareem, quick-witted among them, sensed the relevance of this revtion to Harlee.


    As Lonnie paused, Kareem said firmly, “Dad, you underestimate Harlee’s capabilities…”


    Lonnie’s expression twisted into a deep frown of dissatisfaction.


    “Kareem, what exactly are you suggesting?” he demanded sharply.


    “Exactly what I said,” Kareem replied, waving off the tension with a dismissive gesture.


    Regaining hisposure after a brief coughing fit, Lonnie cast a stern nce at his sons.


    “You think I’m oblivious? Listen up. No matter how skilled Harlee might be, she’s still your little sister. Ultimately, it’s up to the five of you to handle this.”


    The weight of Lonnie’s fatherly influence was unmistakable.


    From the embarrassed looks on their faces, it was clear the brothers understood the awkward control Lonnie was trying to assert.


    Despite this, they silently agreed to support their sister in addressing her current challenges.


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    Clint shifted ufortably in his seat.


    Despite being the youngest award-winning actor in the industry, he felt strangely inadequate in this family dynamic. Their father had made it clear that the responsibility fell squarely on their collective shoulders.


    Leaning forward with interest, Clint asked hesitantly, “Dad, is there anything specific I can do to assist Harlee?”


    Lonnie nced at him, replying with feigned indifference, “Well, you could always serve as the entertainer.”


    Clint froze, momentarily speechless.


    He could almost feel his ego shrink and wither in real time.


    He cast a flicker of hope toward his brothers, searching for some semnce of empathy. Instead, he found all three elder brothers nodding emphatically, fully supporting their father’s biting remark.


    That really cut deep.


    Clint clutched his chest and let out an overly dramatic, prolonged sigh, his face twisting into aically exaggerated grimace of mock agony.


    Meanwhile, Lonnie revisited the topic of the “Bloodthirstiness Pill,” though his understanding of it remained patchy. What he did know was that its enigmatic creator operated from the shadows of the criminal underworld.


    “My knowledge is limited,” Lonnie admitted.


    “To get to the heart of the ‘Bloodthirstiness Pill,’ your best bet would be to consult Nic on the ind.


    However, her moments of lucidity are fleeting, so the likelihood of extracting any meaningful information from her about its creator is slim.”


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