In a certain place, Cleo and Liam sat facing each other. Their faces looked serious.
"We have to do something," Cleo began in a stern tone. "Nasha and the baby are a threat to us. As long as she's pregnant, Bastian will always be connected to her, and that keeps us from getting anywhere near where we want to be."
Liam nodded in agreement, "I know. But we can't do anything too flashy. We have to be smart about this."
Cleo rolled her eyes, impatient with Liam's hesitation. "Liam, we have to make a decision now. Otherwise, we could lose everything. I have an idea, but it's a bit risky."
"What's your idea?" asked Liam, his eyes narrowing.
Cleo brought her face closer, "We have to make Nasha harm. Something that looks like an accident. Maybe someone could push her or make her fall. That way, if she has a miscarriage, it won't look intentional."
Liam was silent for a moment, pondering Cleo's words.
