“Wiona, I found out that the students at that piano school were all kids, from as young as four or five up to seventeen or eighteen. There were classes for every age group.”
“It would be so much easier if we could just figure out whether that whole molestation scandal was true, and—most importantly—who was involved.”
Wiona suddenly remembered something.
“Tina told me that on the sixth day of the New Year, a woman showed up at a party with a girl who looked sixteen. They were looking for Wilson.”
“And Bronwen didn’t care about the crowd. She slapped Wilson across the face and called him shameless.”
“Summer, maybe we should start digging from that girl’s side.”
Summer nodded, still a bit stunned.
“I’ve heard about that. Honestly, it’s hard to believe.”
“Could she be an illegitimate daughter from one of his affairs? And if that Mary you mentioned really did have twin daughters with him, just how many secret kids does this guy have?”
Conrad spoke up, calm and confident.
“I’ll look into it. I’ll also see if there’s anything new to find about the old stories from the piano school. Maybe there’s something people missed.”
Wiona squeezed Conrad’s hand, relief in her voice.
“I’ll leave it to you.”
With Conrad on the case, Wiona felt at ease.
Madison, who’d been half-zoned out, suddenly blurted, “Oh my god!”
She stared at Wiona and Summer, both of whom looked way too calm for the situation.
“So Bronwen’s just crazy in love? Like, actually losing-her-mind kind of love for this creep Wilson?”
“She’s really that obsessed?”
Wiona and Summer exchanged a look, no words needed.
Yeah, Bronwen really was the definition of hopelessly in love.
Wiona finally understood. Back then, when Bronwen suddenly turned cold and moved her whole family overseas, it had to be because of Wilson.
But last time, when she’d mentioned being Wilson’s daughter, Bronwen genuinely seemed surprised, like she had no idea.
So what did she actually discover all those years ago…
A cold shiver ran down Wiona’s spine. An awful thought popped into her head and goosebumps broke out across her skin. She felt sick to her stomach.
Conrad noticed the change in her face right away and leaned in.
“What’s wrong?”
Wiona clung to his arm, her face pale.
Conrad laughed, caught her finger, and kissed it a few times.
“Alright, I hear you, Mrs. Sullivan. But I do remember someone promising me a reward tonight. Don’t you think it’s time?”
His voice dropped, low and teasing, his eyes locked on hers.
Wiona’s heart skipped a beat.
He wrapped her hand around his waist, and honestly, who could resist that?
She swallowed nervously, then pressed her hand over his mouth just as he leaned in for a kiss.
“Wait.”
She took a deep breath, cheeks completely red.
“I… actually did my postpartum checkup yesterday. The doctor said my hormones are still all over the place from having twins, and my body needs more time to heal. You’ll have to be patient a little longer. Probably when the babies are about three months old, I’ll finally be ready to… you know… be with you.”
Conrad just smiled, shaking his head.
“That’s fine. Your health is what matters most. Let’s just get some sleep.”
He ruffled her hair, not showing the slightest bit of disappointment, but Wiona still wrapped her arms around his neck.
“Conrad, are you… at least a little bit disappointed?”

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