The car pulled up at a nursing home nestled in the suburbs, boasting exquisite scenery. The air was fresh and serene, with birds chirping continuously in all directions—an environment genuinely conducive to relaxing one's mind.

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Alexander sat there staring at Chloe. He knew she had seen everything at the nursing home, and that she had heard it all as well.

*What would she think? Would she also believe he was a murderer? Or perhaps... feel that he had orchestrated every last

Sebastian sat right there, cradling a white cat in his arms, his grooming movements gentle and his expression warm. The descending light cast a jade-like halo over him, causing one to subconsciously lighten their steps so as not to disturb him.

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