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Chapter one hundred and Thirteen
Author: The Ink of D
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The night settled heavily over Hayes mansion, its silence broken only by the occasional rustle of leaves in the garden and the muted footsteps of staff lingering in nervous anticipation. Nathan sat alone in the study, a half-drained glass of scotch untouched beside him.

He didn’t hear Cassandra enter until her reflection appeared in the glass of the tall window. She had that quiet strength about her again, the kind that wrapped itself around him without demanding attention. But tonight, there was something different—an urgency, a weight in her expression that told Nathan she had been carrying more than she’d let on.

“Nathan,” she said softly, closing the door behind her. “There’s something you need to know.”

He turned in his chair, brow furrowed. “Another warning about patience?” His voice was tired, sharper than he intended.

Cassandra shook her head and came closer, placing a small envelope on the desk. “No. This is something I should have told you earlier. I didn’t, because I wasn’t
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