A Caged Songbird's Escape: Into the Arms of a Predator novel Chapter 451

Wilkinson Manor.

The day's turmoil had left Old Mr. and Mrs. Wilkinson exhausted.

After Elissa Drummond and Rowan Murphy departed, Old Mr. Wilkinson instructed his two grandsons to see the remaining guests out. The atmosphere in the old house gradually grew heavy again.

Old Mr. Wilkinson glanced at Tristan. "You're the head of the family now," he said, his tone softened but direct. "Don't be so indecisive about certain things. When in doubt, just listen to Laurel."

The words were tactful, but no one present was a fool. Everyone understood the old man's meaning: *You may be the head of the family, but you lack the sense for it. When something important comes up, listen to your older sister.*

Tristan's pride was a little hurt, but he didn't argue. "I know, I know. You must be tired. Why don't you go upstairs and rest?"

It was indeed getting late.

Not wanting to embarrass him further, Old Mr. Wilkinson simply nodded. "Alright."

Marcia Carson had been taken to the police station for questioning right after giving her sample.

That left only Suzanne Jensen, Laurel Wilkinson, Lawrence Quinn, and Maya Wilkinson in the grand hall.

Suddenly, Maya bent over, clutching her stomach. "Mom, Laurel, Lawrence, I'm not feeling well. I'm going to the restroom."

With that, she turned and headed upstairs. She was particular about not sharing bathrooms, preferring to use only the one in her bedroom, so no one thought anything of it.

Suzanne's gaze fell on Lawrence, whose eyes kept drifting toward her. She spoke up. "Lawrence, thank you for coming all this way today."

Lawrence's lips thinned. "We're all family. It's what I should do."

Suzanne nodded and then turned to Laurel. "Laurel, I'm a bit tired myself. Could you see Lawrence out for me?"

"Of course."

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