The next day, Vivienne took it upon herself to drop her twins off at school. The homeroom teacher, standing by the entrance, couldn’t believe her eyes. Vivienne, with her youthful appearance, looked more like a college student than a mother of twins.
With a slight frown, Vivienne clarified her role, “I’m Juliette and Isaiah’s mom. You must be their teacher, right?”
The teacher, Kiera, was visibly taken aback by Vivienne's assertive presence but managed to introduce herself after a brief pause, “Yes, hello, I’m Kiera, their homeroom teacher.”
Vivienne glanced down at her two children, who were unusually quiet, before turning her attention back to Kiera. “They’ve just moved here from another town, so it might take them a little while to adjust. If there’s any issue, please don’t hesitate to contact me.”
She mentioned she’d be in Rivenwood for a few days, implying that she intended to keep a close eye on her children’s transition.
After handing her contact information to Kiera, who appeared hesitant, Vivienne learned through the grapevine that a generous donation of a million dollars had been made to the school. This fact made Kiera swallow any reservations she might have had.
Exiting the school, Vivienne was about to call Leopold to inquire about the school’s background check process when she noticed Connor waiting by her car, the same man who approached her the day before at the Linklater family gathering where she agreed to collaborate on an aviation project. Her goal was clear: to uncover the final surveillance footage from Mr. Wolf’s plane crash, the incident that led to his disappearance five years ago.
As she was about to get into her car, Vivienne’s gaze drifted across the street, catching a glimpse of a familiar figure. Could it really be him?
Connor, noticing her distraction, asked if something was wrong. But the figure vanished as quickly as it appeared, along with any hope Vivienne had of it being him. Mr. Wolf would never allow himself to be so easily found.
Meanwhile, back in the classroom, Juliette and Isaiah were peering out the window, frustrated at seeing Connor playing the role of chauffeur for their mom.
“Told you, he’s totally here for mom!” Isaiah grumbled, his disdain for Connor evident.
Unbeknownst to their mom, Isaiah had been secretly honing his hacking skills to track down their dad, developing software to alert him of any nearby surveillance footage.
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