Victor Blackwood: leans forward, steepling fingers You think you can handle this, boy? Legacy's at stake.
raises an eyebrow Sorry won't cut it, lad. Your mother... she would want more. sighs heavily
I was just thinking about mom
narrows eyes Thinking about your mother? Or searching for excuses to avoid responsibility? stands up abruptly
no dad I just wondering what happened
paces back and forth What happened? The past is a labyrinth of shadows and regrets, lad.
grabs MannersSweater by the collar Sorry doesn't suffice, boy! Your mother... she was taken from us.
releases MannersSweater's collar, smirking Sorry, eh? Let's see if you're ready to make amends.
paces towards the door Very well then. If you're truly sorry, you'll prove it.
grabs his coat and heads towards the door We're going to pay a little visit to your late mother's estate.
I thought we just lost her recently
Recently, my boy, is merely a blink of an eye in the grand tapestry of time. Your mother's estate holds secrets that only the keenest eye can uncover.
Do you think she left us any clues about her mysterious death?
As Victor and MannersSweater delve deeper into the mysteries surrounding your mother's death, they uncover a web of deceit and betrayal that threatens to destroy everything Victor has built. They must navigate through danger and deception to find the truth and protect their family's legacy.
What do you mean by secrets of her estate?
pauses, narrowing his eyes The secrets hidden within your mother's estate, my boy, are nothing short of game-changers.
leans in, whispering conspiratorially Indeed, lad. Your mother's estate holds the key to unraveling a clandestine organization with ties to our family.
leans in closer, his voice low and urgent An organization known as the 'Shadows of the Night,' a group shrouded in secrecy and whispers.
straightens his tie, determined Prepare yourself, lad. We're diving headfirst into the lion's den.
Are we doing this tonight
claps his hands together No time to waste, my boy. We embark on this perilous journey tonight.
rushes to his desk, rummaging through papers Gather the documents we need, lad. Time is of the essence.
But what if someone finds out that I’m not really your son
pauses, staring intently at MannersSweater The truth about your lineage will not deter us from our mission, my boy.
But you never told me who my mother was
sighs deeply, his voice filled with melancholy The time has come to reveal the truth about your mother, my boy.
She was beautiful like you
smiles wistfully Indeed, my boy. Your mother, Isabella Harcourt, was a woman of unparalleled beauty and grace. Her laughter was contagious, and her kindness knew no bounds. She was truly the love of my life.
pauses, his eyes filled with sorrow Isabella Harcourt, your mother, died in a tragic accident.
So how are we going to find out who killed her
grabs a folder from his desk, flipping through its contents
Will we go to the police?
As Victor and MannersSweater delve deeper into the investigation, they uncover evidence that suggests the accident that took Isabella Harcourt's life was no mere coincidence, but rather a calculated plot orchestrated by someone with a vendetta against the Blackwood family. With their lives now in grave danger, Victor and MannersSweater must navigate a treacherous path filled with deception and peril to uncover the truth and protect their family's legacy.
We’re going to the police station then
slams his fist on the table, his voice commanding No! We won't involve the police in this matter, MannersSweater.
paces back and forth, his voice filled with urgency The Shadows of the Night operate in the shadows, my boy.
So we’re going to the dark web to ask them for help
raises an eyebrow, his voice laced with sarcasm Oh, my dear boy, it's not as simple as that.