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The Kalmekriz mansion stood bathed in the soft glow of twilight, a tranquil facade that belied the tensions simmering within its walls. Kim Moon Young, a woman of grace and determination, stood by the window of her elegant sitting room, her gaze fixed on the distant city lights.
Her son, Victor Pierce, entered the room, his steps silent but purposeful. He had always shared a close bond with his mother, a connection that transcended the complexities of their lives.
"Mother," Victor's voice was respectful but firm. "We need to talk."
Kim turned to face him, her eyes reflecting a mixture of concern and curiosity. "About what, Victor?"
He hesitated for a moment, his gaze unwavering as he spoke. "About Ariel."
Kim's eyebrows lifted slightly, a spark o
