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 fire with fire, keep her quiet.”

make the arrangements,”

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.

three in the afternoon when Gabriel returned and headed straight for

asleep. Without

Every encounter

text from Sylvia, [Will I see you

he replied, [Let’s not meet for

texted

for

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

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

friend,” Gabriel replied

old friends takes time,” Old Mr. Jarvis

loosened his shirt collar, sitting down beside

Jarvis poured a cup of tea for Gabriel, his eyes casually catching a scratch on the back of Gabriel’s neck, a telltale sign of a lover’s quarrel. He chuckled, “Seems your old friend has quite

Gabriel looked at

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