It wasnât until he was close enough that he realized his mistake.
The visitor wasnât Nala, but Violeta.
She seemed too concerned about Graham to find rest.
Nathan quietly slipped back into the shadows, his presence nearly invisible in the dim light of the garden.
Meanwhile, Violeta lingered outside the ancestral temple, her silhouette a quiet testament to her concern.
She remained there, unmoving, for what felt like an eternity before finally, with a heavy heart, she turned and departed.
It wasnât long after Violetaâs departure that Lucinda returned, her steps silent yet purposeful.
âHow are things here? Did anyone show up?â she inquired softly, her voice barely above a whisper.
Nathan responded with a shake of his head, âOnly Violeta stopped by for a bit.
There wasnât anyone else.
What about Gilbert? What did he have to say?â
Lucindaâs reply came swiftly.
âHe mentioned that Violeta checked on Graham a couple of times this afternoon.
Nala was nowhere to be seen,â she shared, her tone laced with frustration.
Attempting to offer some solace, Nathan suggested, âPerhaps youâre reading too much into it, Lucinda.
Nala and Valerie could simply be lookalikes.
And their ages donât really align, do they?â
But Lucindaâs conviction didnât waver.
âAppearances can be altered through surgeries, and ages and identities can be fabricated.
I trust only what I uncover myself,â she stated firmly, her resolve clear.
Observing Lucindaâs slight shiver, Nathan instinctively wrapped his arms around her, offering his suit jacket for warmth.
âNala hasnât made her move yet.
Whatâs your next step?â he inquired, concern evident in his voice.
âWeâll wait and see for now.
Sheâs bound to slip up sooner or later.
If she doesnât take the bait, then Iâll have no choice but to press Graham further.
I canât believe Valerie would ignore his plight indefinitely.
Despite her cold exterior, sheâs always seen Graham as her brother,â she explained.
Reflecting on the past, Lucinda remembered the moment Valerie confessed to everything,
shouldering the blame to protect Graham.
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They truly were siblings, bound not just by blood but by shared secrets and sacrifices.
A sneer crossed Lucindaâs Lips, a mix of scorn and anger flickering in her eyes.
Without another glance at the ancestral temple, Lucinda turned away.
Nathan followed closely, the two of them making their way back to the car parked on the hillside, then driving off into the night towards the Paynesâ house.
Throughout the drive, Lucinda remained engrossed in her phone.
Her focus never wavered, a testament to her unyielding determination to unravel the truth, no matter how deep she had to dig.
Nathan took his time, choosing his words with care before finally speaking up.
âItâs been quite some time since everything happened.
Aside from breaking things off with him, you havenât really punished Graham.
And I get it, he deserves it.
But what about Violeta? It doesnât seem fair to her.
â
He continued, his voice carrying a hint of concern, âVioleta was in the dark about everything, yet sheâs caught in the middle because Graham is her husband.
She was here earlier, and I heard her crying.
Itâs clear sheâs hurting.
Sheâs up in the middle of the night, worried sick about Graham.
â
Nathan paused, letting his words sink in.
âSheâs innocent in all this.
While Graham is in the ancestral temple, kneeling and reciting the scripture as punishment, itâs also tormenting Violeta.
â
At Nathanâs words, Lucinda lifted her head, her actions momentarily halted.