"Ah, the wounds? They healed," he said simply, pulling the robe over his shoulders."That's impossible! They can't heal that fast, and even if they did, they would leave scars," I argued, still trying to make sense of it all."Well, they healed, and they didn’t leave scars," he replied dismissively. "Now, your father is waiting. I need to get going."I stared at him as he walked into the bathroom, my mind racing. Not possible. That was all my brain kept telling me.After bathing, dressing up, and getting my hair done with the help of the maids, I made my way to the dining room. Lucian had already left—probably not wanting to keep my father waiting.As I opened the door and stepped inside, a heavy tension filled the room. Father sat at the head of the table, while Mother and Lucian sat across from each other along the sides.No one was eating.Lucian’s hands were clenched under the table, his jaw tight. Father's expression was stone-cold, filled with displeasure. Neither of them even n
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