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The accusation that came from Phoebe did not faze her aunt at all. Instead, she lazily sat in a chair next to the table, a smirk curled on her lips as she continued to study Phoebe who looked at her through narrow slitted eyes.
Maureen was very comfortable, she could so easily do this all day and run circles around Phoebe until she broke. However, she was also quite aware that Phoebe's mouth was hard to pry open when she didn't want to talk. After pondering for a while, she decided to bow first, after all their goals were aligned.
"You are like a hungry hippo, chomping down and you just won't let go. What is your obsession with my father's death?" She asked curiously, but knowing that she would not get an answer, she just sighed. "Hmmm, I see that you are hungry for answers just like me and you will not end your search for the truth until you find it, indeed you have Cillian's blood running through your veins. He was as stubbornly persistent as you are, God he was a bullheaded man." She raised her sad eyes to the roof.
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