Chapter 274

• At the Miller mansion, the twins and their aunt were at the dining table having dinner together. Tyler could barely eat, his hands shaking every time he brought the fork to his lips. Every other minute, Susan would glare at him, ordering him to compose himself.
• “I just don’t understand,” Cynthia said, her brow furrowed in confusion. “How could Tyler’s car just get stolen? Did you leave the keys in it or something? Didn't you lock the doors?"
• Susan sighed sharply, her perfectly manicured nails tapping impatiently against the table. “For the last time, Aunt Cynthia, we don’t know! We parked it, and when we came back, it was gone. Stop asking stupid questions."