Wace paused, then responded, “That’s beyond my control.


    There was an incident then, and you took him.


    Hannah just returned to me after years away, and she matters to me.


    ”


    From his hiding ce behind the curtain, Bryson’s brow furrowed at Wace’s words.


    It was clear that the conversation involved him.


    “Don’t you know who I am? After all these years, have you ever heard me disclose anything about Bryson? I always keep quiet about his matters.


    His business is my business,” Wace asserted.


    His expression grave, Wace said, “Now is not the time for this.


    If we bring him into our families, we’ll be inviting serious trouble.


    ”


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    Hearing his name, Bryson knew they were discussing him.


    Yet, the words “bring him into our families” sparked a whirl of questions in Bryson’s mind.


    What was the intent behind Wace’s words?


    As Bryson grappled with the implications of “bring him into our families,” Wace’s voice brought Bryson back to reality.


    “Alright, now that Amelie’s away, let’s reconvene in a few days.


    ”


    Wace lingered in the study after ending the call.


    He remained seated briefly before making his way deeper into the room.


    Peering through the curtain, Bryson caught only a shadowy glimpse of Wace proceeding inward.


    Click!


    A distinct click reached Bryson’s ears, his eyes narrowing instinctively.


    Through a sliver in the curtain, he saw Wace slipping behind the cab in the study.


    Once the secret door shut, all was silent.


    Bryson realized why his search had been fruitless: a hidden spacey beyond the cab.


    Seizing the moment, Bryson emerged from his cover and exited the study, closing the door quietly behind him.


    He recognized that another chance to explore would have to wait for a more opportune time.


    After dodging a few patrols, Bryson made it back to Hannah’s vi.


    This time, he entered through the front door.


    A sudden pause in the living room; he sensed a presence.


    His brow furrowed, he called out, “Who’s there?”


    p! p!


    The person seated on the living room sofa softly pped her hands, and the room was abruptly bathed in light.


    Shielding his eyes from the re, Bryson deepened his frown.