323: Undercurrents of Rebellion

In the quiet of the evening, the house seemed to hold its breath as Emma recounted her encounter with Winifred to her brothers. The lamplight flickered softly in the dim room where Gable lay recuperating, casting long shadows against the walls. “So, what did Winifred say to you?” Wayne leaned forward, his voice laced with suspicion. “It’s peculiar, isn’t it? We don’t really have any deep ties with her family.” Emma settled into an armchair, her mind racing with the day's revelations. “Actually, it’s about our big brother. Did you know that when he was studying abroad, Winifred was not just a classmate but a pillar of support for him?” Maxwell, who had been pouring over old letters and notes, nodded. “I found out during my snooping around. It’s clear why our brother feels indebted to her.” Gable, propped up on pillows, frowned. “I never knew about this connection. It does shed light on his bizarre urgency to help, despite the bad blood between our families.” Emma sighed