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.”

put her in a room with Antonia. Fight fire with

do, I’ll make the arrangements,” the nurse

family’s downfall owed much to Antonia; now, it was her

Willowbrook Plaza.

the afternoon when Gabriel returned and

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

goodbyes. Every encounter could be

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

replied,

texted

his phone, sat silently for a few minutes, and then drove

and continued to sleep, exhaustion seeping into every

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

an old friend,”

old friends takes time,” Old

was warm, and Gabriel shed his coat and loosened his shirt collar,

her rest,” Old Mr. 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

Gabriel looked at him,

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