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.”

with Antonia. Fight fire with fire, keep

do, I’ll make the

much to Antonia; now, it was her turn to

Willowbrook Plaza.

when Gabriel returned and

still asleep. Without a word,

require goodbyes. Every encounter could

car, he received a text from Sylvia, [Will I

thought, he replied, [Let’s not meet

texted back,

phone, sat silently for a few

phone aside and continued to sleep, exhaustion seeping into every bone, feeling as if she

in the living room. Seeing Gabriel, he chuckled, “What

old friend,” Gabriel replied

with old friends takes time,” Old Mr. Jarvis nodded

Gabriel shed his coat and loosened his shirt collar, sitting down beside Old Mr.

a scratch on the back of Gabriel’s

looked at

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