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    Leon’s face reddened with paternal rage. “Everything to you? The man looks down on you like you’re dirt beneath his shoes! He even raised his hand against you! You grovel for mere scraps of his attention, and he still treats you like a nuisance!”


    “Dad, don’t say that,” Dolores snapped, her lips trembling.


    “I’m speaking the harsh truth you refuse to hear!” Leon’s voice thundered through the room.


    Noticing the storm clouds gathering on Dolores’s face, Lucille stepped between them like a practiced peacemaker. “Now, now, let’s not get carried away. She’s smitten with Shaun, that’s all there is to it. We’re her parents—we should be supporting her, not tearing her dreams apart.”


    She drew a thoughtful breath before continuing, “You mentioned having a n to make Shaun ept Dolores. What did you have in mind?”


    Leon shifted ufortably in his seat. “Well… what if we orchestrated a situation? Get Shaun and Dolores together somehow… then leak it to the press? He’d have no choice but to acknowledge their rtionship. The evidence would be undeniable. What do you think?”


    Lucille’s expression wavered with uncertainty. “Would such a scheme actually work?”


    Dolores, however, practically bounced with excitement. “It’s absolutely perfect! Of course, it would work!” She sped her father’s hands, her face radiant with joy. “Dad, you’re brilliant! What an amazing n!”


    “It’s really just ast resort,” Leon mumbled, looking somewhat abashed. “I wouldn’t dream of such underhanded tactics if it weren’t for your future happiness.”


    A warm smile spread across Lucille’s face. “Everything we do is for Dolores. Her happiness is all that matters.”


    Moved by their devotion, tears welled up in Dolores’s eyes. “I know how much you two love me. I’m truly blessed to be your daughter.”


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    As the three of them basked in their shared moment of familial warmth, Lowell sat motionless in his chair, watching. An unsettling realization crept through his mind like a shadow. Something felt off about them.


    The thought nagged at him, but the wrongness remained frustratingly out of reach, like trying to recall a nightmare upon waking.


    An icy dread crept through his veins as he observed them. The realization struck him like a physical blow—living with this family was nothing short of terrifying.


    His heart ached with a desperate longing for his girlfriend and the safety of home.


    Suddenly, Dolores’s piercing gaze swiveled toward him, breaking his reverie. “Lowell,” she said, her eyes narrowing to calcting slits, “what do you think of Dad’s suggestion?”


    “You won’t be able to pull it off,” Lowell replied, his voice steady despite his unease.


    Dolores’s expression turned razor-sharp. “That’s not what I asked. I asked if you think his n is good.”


    “Good or bad isn’t the point,” Lowell countered, frowning. “It’spletely impossible.”


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