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Chapter 112

ROBERT'S POV

Ariana and Margaret gasped in unison when the gun hit the floor, the shock evident in their wide eyes. I stepped forward, trying to maintain control over the situation. Bending down, I used the envelope to wrap around the gun carefully before placing it on the table.

"Margaret," I said gently, "go to bed. Tomorrow, we'll inform Sylvia and figure out what to do next."

Margaret looked at me, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and uncertainty. She nodded slowly and made her way upstairs. I turned to Ariana and took her hand, leading her back to our bedroom. We were both exhausted, and as soon as we reached the bed, we collapsed onto it.

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