Lady Evelyn sat gracefully in the grand parlor of her estate, her piercing gaze fixed on the flickering candlelight. Across from her, her son, Theodore, lounged in his chair, swirling a glass of wine, while her daughter, Genevieve, paced the room with clear frustration.
Genevieve / Evelyn’s daughter
This is a disaster, Mother! If she regains her memory, she'll take back everything that should be ours!
Theodore / Evelyn’s son
(smirking) Not necessarily. We still have time to ensure she never does. Or at least, that she chooses to stay away from what’s rightfully ours.
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