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Most of their inquiries revolved around the conference explosion. It occurred to me that they weren't there because of Marco's call, but rather to uncover what transpired at the hotel.

"Ma'am, we really need your statement," one of the officers insisted.

"My wife can't recall anything. Let her rest," Marco replied, hoping to buy some time.

The house staff hurriedly guided me indoors. Marco remained outside, engrossed in conversation with the police.

Suddenly, Lucille's name crossed my mind. "Where is Lucille?" I inquired, turning to one of the staff members.

"Sir Marco has the latest information on Miss Lucille's condition, Ma'am."

I felt conflicted. Should I confront Marco? Ronan's words still lingered in my mind, and I was determined to uncover the truth. Ultimately, I decided to base my beliefs on whatever Marco would tell me.

I was in my room, and the household staff had been assisting me with bathing and changing since I wasn't in the right condition. Suddenly, Marco entered and