As Ileana drifted deeper into her daydream, the door suddenly burst open. Both women jumped, startled, their eyes darting toward the doorway.

“Alessia? Stella?” Lucy stood up, her voice uncertain as she glanced between the

two.

“Alessia! What are you doing here?” Ileana’s posture was tense, suspicion etched across her face.

Alessia said nothing, but Stella strode right in. She raised her hand, and Ileana instinctively shrank back, bracing herself. Stella smirked, then slipped an arm casually around Lucy’s shoulders.

“What are you trying to do? This is a hospital, you know,” Lucy stammu, swallowing hard.

“Relax. Let’s have a word outside, shall we?” It sounded like a question, but Stella didn’t wait for Lucy’s answer. With her arm still draped around her, she steered Lucy out the door.

Lucy shot a helpless glance at Ileana. Ileana opened her mouth to protest, but Stella silenced her with a cold, warning look. Ileana pressed her lips together and said nothing.

Stella’s lips curled into a sneer, her eyes full of disdain. Lucy had no choice but to follow her out.

As the door closed behind them, the spacious hospital room grew unnaturally quiet. Now only Ileana and Alessia remained. Alessia didn’t speak right away; she simply took Lucy’s recently vacated chair, crossed her legs, and lounged back. Her casual air somehow made the tension in the room tighten.

clenched, her fists twisting the blanket

you

really fall by yourself?” Alessia didn’t

Ileana out of her panic. She straightened, her fear evaporating, replaced by a chilly

York to push me down the stairs, aren’t you? Alessia, how could

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as if trying

blame.

instantly recognized Ileana’s angle, but her expression didn’t

him push you down the stairs? And how do you know I was the

pointed questions left Ileana momentarily

way was always to turn things back on her opponent–why waste time defending herself when

lost child? You timed your return perfectly, right as the Mortons declared bankruptcy and you could land back with the Tates.” Alessia’s eyebrow arched,

ironic smile.

I suppose you’re just unlucky–when the Mortons were thriving, you missed your chance. Now, with the Tates, you’re also just a little too late.” Ileana’s tone was triumphant,

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