The news online was always a mix of truth and fiction, with most reports being completely fabricated.
But there was no smoke without fire.
If the Reed family were truly at peace, these baseless rumors wouldn't be spreading like wildfire.
Maeve Vance immediately called Serenity, but there was no answer.
She tried Julian Reed. Still no answer.
She called Titus Reed. Nothing.
As for Naomi Lowell, ever since Maeve's completely unreasonable brother had taken her away, her phone had barely been turned on.
Finally, she thought of Mason Reed.
This time, the call actually went through.
"Maeve, it's you."
Mason's emotions were as steady as ever, completely unbothered.
When Maeve asked if something had happened at home, he replied at a slow, measured pace.
"Happened? What could have happened? I haven't heard about anything going wrong at home."
"Stop looking at all that nonsense online. Your only job right now is to focus on your pregnancy."
"I have a meeting to get to. I'm hanging up now."
When Maeve tried calling back, he didn't answer.
She immediately realized something was wrong.
"Something definitely happened. I have to go back and check."
With his in-laws potentially in trouble, Andres White certainly wasn't going to stand by and do nothing.
The couple rushed to Gotham overnight, heading straight for Maeve's family home.
This was the first time Andres had stepped into the world where Maeve grew up.
The Reed family manor was far from secluded; it sat on a prime piece of real estate, sprawling across a massive plot of land.
It was already ten at night by the time they arrived at the estate.
"Miss Maeve?"
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