"Did you hear? The Lane family's young master jumped from a building."
"Who hasn't heard about something this big? The poor kid was only nine. What could have driven him to jump from a five-story building?"
"I heard he was pushed too hard. He jumped right before his tutor was supposed to arrive. He was alone in the room, and by the time the maids found him, it was too late."
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Jane Chandler paused as she was pouring tea, her tone a mixture of regret and confusion. "Are you talking about the Lane family's young master, the one who's been a prodigy since he was little? I heard he made his first money playing the stock market at age eight, and the head of the Lane family praised him as a worthy successor. Did he really jump on his own? It doesn't make any sense. He was the old master's most beloved grandson. Why would he want to kill himself? If you ask me, it was probably a planned murder!"
Jane Chandler's words amused the other ladies around her.
