Antonia’s face, already disfigured, was utterly destroyed by the acid, leaving no trace of the pride and glamour that once defined the Crawley heiress.

She seemed to have lost her grip on reality, screaming incessantly:

“Let me out, I’m not sick!”

“I’m going to expose Estelle, that wench! She harmed me, my whole family, and she’s a murderer!”

“She really is, you have to arrest her!”

But soon enough, the sedatives kicked in, and Antonia lay motionless on the bed, too weak to struggle or shout.

The head nurse approached with a deferential air, “Are you Ms. Sampson?”

Magdalen’s gaze was sharp, “Aren’t you tired of her ranting all day?”

The nurse frowned, “Whenever she’s awake, she’s like this.”

“Got any other tough cases in the hospital?” Magdalen inquired.

After a moment’s thought, the nurse replied, “Plenty. There’s one with severe aggression issues. Just a whisper in her ear and she lashes out. We had to isolate her in a room to herself.”

Antonia. Fight

make the arrangements,” the nurse

last glance, and left. The Crawley family’s downfall owed much to Antonia; now, it was her turn

Willowbrook Plaza.

was three in the afternoon when Gabriel returned and

Sylvia still asleep. Without

Every encounter

in his car, he received a text from Sylvia, [Will I see

moment’s thought, he replied, [Let’s not

simply texted back,

put down his phone, sat silently for a

sleep, exhaustion seeping into every

the Quintin estate, Old Mr. Jarvis was enjoying tea and a book in the living room. Seeing Gabriel, he chuckled, “What kind of friend

an old friend,” Gabriel

friends takes time,” Old Mr. Jarvis nodded

room was warm, and Gabriel shed his coat and loosened his shirt collar, sitting down

Mr. Jarvis poured a cup of tea for Gabriel, his eyes casually catching a scratch on the back of Gabriel’s neck, a

Gabriel looked at

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