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.”

a room with Antonia. Fight fire with fire, keep her quiet.” Magdalen

make the arrangements,”

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

Willowbrook Plaza.

was three in the afternoon when Gabriel returned and headed straight

he found Sylvia still asleep. Without

relationship didn’t require goodbyes. Every encounter could

a text from Sylvia, [Will I see you

he replied, [Let’s not meet for

simply texted back,

phone, sat silently for a few minutes, and

phone aside and continued to sleep, exhaustion seeping into every bone,

a book in the living room. Seeing Gabriel, he chuckled, “What kind of friend keeps you for

friend,” Gabriel

friends takes time,” Old Mr.

loosened his shirt collar, sitting down beside Old Mr.

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

looked

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