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uth out of Jack regarding the mysterious identity of Rose pro

sed aloud. "I used to scrutinize his every move while he was studying in London,"I added, deep i

m behind. It was my wife, Jack's mother. She calmly

e encountered some benevolent ancestors who guided him back to us."Her words resonated with g

curiosity surrounding the enigmatic Ro

involved with anyone, dea

ou cannot be privy to it, it's my personal affair,"she asserted."Darling, you have a guest,"his wife interjected."Mr. Rogers has arrived,"she added."Hello,"he greeted."Good day,"I responded."We need to talk,"I suggested."Let's adjourn to the bar,"he proposed.He led the way, and I followed closely behind.As we settled down, he gestured for me to take a seat."Ever since Jack fell into a coma, I've been distraught,"he confided."I pray for his swift recovery,"he continued.I intended to share the news but was preoccupied by the dispute between him and his daughter, seeking to uncover t

d confidently, his words resonating with a sense of power and control. "Jack has returned,"I announced with a sense of anti

sion. "I must notify them,"he stated with a sense of urgency, understanding the importance of spreading the news. "My dear,"he called o

breath. "I am overjoyed,"she expressed, her emotions bubbling over with excitement. "We must also inform her,"she suggested, thinkin

wly, intrigued by the mystery of the news. "Take a guess,"she teased playfully, trying to engage her in the guessing game. "Mother,

hint of mystery to the conversation. "Mr. Rogers is here, perhaps father has secured a contract,"she speculated, trying to piece

ld disclose the truth to her and cease tormenting the poor girl,"I suggested, sensing the tension in the