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.”

room with Antonia. Fight fire with fire, keep her

do, I’ll make the arrangements,” the

one last glance, and left. The Crawley family’s downfall owed much to Antonia; now, it was her turn to repent for the rest of her

Willowbrook Plaza.

the afternoon when Gabriel returned and headed straight

found Sylvia still asleep. Without a word, he dressed and

require goodbyes. Every encounter could

car, he received a text from

he replied, [Let’s not

simply texted

silently for a few minutes,

sleep, exhaustion seeping into every bone, feeling as if she could sleep for a day and a

and a book in the living room. Seeing Gabriel, he chuckled,

old friend,” Gabriel

friends takes time,” Old Mr. Jarvis nodded in

loosened his shirt collar, sitting down beside Old Mr. Jarvis to ask, “Has

the back of Gabriel’s neck, a telltale sign of a lover’s quarrel. He chuckled, “Seems

Gabriel looked

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