Chapter 112 Resentment

• *Sandra's POV*
• Since we're crashing at the Ingrams' mansion, cleaning ain't on my radar—they got staff for that. I'm chilling in the sunroom, soaking up rays and stressing about how to untangle this mess. Can't let my twins split up, and it looks like Sly won't let us part ways either.
• I'm feeling like a square pizza in a round box. What if I bail and ignore Mr. Ingram's orders, keeping Lester under wraps? By the time Sly catches on, I'll have cooked up a better plan. My eyes drift over the sprawling green grass when Sly strolls in, cool as ever.