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This time, Jonathan is the one who narrows his eyes on me. He couldn’t possibly know that I escaped the program the moment I could. After that, I didn’t let them write my story for me. I went back to the cottage and wrote my new beginning with my own bare hands. “You have an answer for everything. Brilliant.” Aiden goes back to eating. “Aiden,” Jonathan warns. “You can’t bring her here, to the place Mum called home, and expect me to act all acceptant of her. That woman is not Alicia. Why can’t you see it?” “She does look like her, though,” Levi mutters. “Silence,” Jonathan orders, and just like that, everyone turns quiet. He has the power to make anyone listen, even if they don’t like him or his decisions. “Aiden.” His attention falls on his son. “When I told you to stay away from Elsa, what did you do?” “That’s different —” “Answer my question,” he cuts him off. “What. Did. You. Do?” “I married her.” Levi laughs under his breath but stops when Jonathan’s deadly attention shifts to him