[Cherry]: I agree. If I hadn't gone and tipped him off, Lionel probably wouldn't even know about this.
[Cherry]: If I hadn't told him, he probably would have only found out after the fact. Then he'd start pestering you, Hannah, saying something like, 'Why didn't you tell me you got a letter? I would have gone for you! It hurts me when you do things like this!'
[Cherry]: 'Next time something like this happens, you come to me. I'll go in your place, you can trust me. I know you hate me now, but I still love you!'
Hannah stared at Cherry’s messages, thinking she'd spent far too much time with Lionel. His particular brand of nonsense was starting to rub off on her.
Those messages sounded exactly like something Lionel would say.
[Samuel]: I hereby crown you the new Lionel. Now please stop talking, you’re making me sick.
[Hannah]: I have to admit, that’s exactly what he would say and do. But we can’t tell anything for sure yet. We’ll have to keep watching.
Hannah put down her phone and glanced down from her high vantage point.
Her gaze fell on Quennel. For some reason, ever since Sandra was kidnapped and tortured, she'd had a nagging feeling that her older brother wasn't as simple as he seemed.
It felt like he was hiding something from her, though she couldn't put her finger on what it was.
She hadn't paid much attention to him before. The few times they'd interacted, they had only chatted and done little else.
In truth, she really didn't know her brother well at all.
Samuel saw the look on Hannah’s face and had a good idea of what she was thinking.
He followed her gaze, his eyes also landing on Quennel.

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