Her baby, such a cute baby, how could he possibly be a thief.
Or a master thief, darting around the Louvre in Paris.
Hank Clegg must be joking with her.
"I'm not joking." Once Hank Clegg had decided to tell Victoria the truth, he did so without considering her capacity to handle it. His expression was cold and serious. "You used to always criticize me for not telling you anything. Now when I tell you the truth, you don't believe it. Victoria Talkington, how am I supposed to share information with you in the future?"
"But they're just small babies!" Victoria retorted with some agitation. "They need our protection. How could they be big thieves or burglars? We've always taught Michael to return any wallets he finds. He's not a bad kid."
"Hey, calm down," Logan Franklin tried to comfort Victoria. "There must be a misunderstanding here and a reason behind all this. Take Lucas Douglas for example. He's an internationally wanted Level S terrorist..."
