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, keep her quiet.”

I’ll make the arrangements,” the

much to Antonia; now, it was her turn to

Willowbrook Plaza.

in the afternoon when Gabriel

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

goodbyes. Every encounter could be the

a text from Sylvia, [Will I see you

moment’s thought, he replied, [Let’s not meet for a

simply texted

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

seeping into every bone, feeling as if

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

an old friend,” Gabriel

catching up with old friends takes time,” Old

shirt

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

looked

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