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Lucia's mouth curved into a cunning grin as she nodded. "Precisely! Disposing of her parents wasn't simple, and I'm not keen on wasting more time toying with her. If we don't act soon, concealing this pregnancy will become impossible!"
Harvey glanced nervously at the factory's entrance, his face taut but controlled. "The fire engines have arrived."
"Then move quickly!" Lucia snapped, her tone urgent. She moved closer, clutching Harvey's arm tightly as if to support him. "I'll assist you. Just feign unconsciousness when the moment arrives."
Grasping her intention, Harvey's posture slackened noticeably. He leaned heavily on Lucia, allowing her to prop him up as he began to breathe shallowly and irregularly, already rehearsing his role.
The incriminating exchange between Harvey and Lucia reverberated ominously, permeating every inch of the room. Each uttered word landed like a blow, vibrating through the tense atmosphere.