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.”

Fight fire with fire,

the arrangements,” the

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

Willowbrook Plaza.

three in the afternoon when Gabriel returned and

Sylvia still asleep.

require goodbyes. Every

car, he received a text from

a moment’s thought, he replied,

simply texted

silently for a few

exhaustion seeping into every bone, feeling

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

old friend,” Gabriel replied

with old friends takes

and Gabriel shed his coat and loosened his shirt collar, sitting down beside Old Mr. Jarvis to ask, “Has Estelle

tea for Gabriel, his eyes casually catching a scratch on the back of

Gabriel looked at

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