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.”

in a room with Antonia. Fight fire

I’ll make the arrangements,”

gave Antonia one last glance, and left. The Crawley family’s downfall owed much to

Willowbrook Plaza.

Gabriel returned and headed

Sylvia still asleep. Without a word, he dressed and

relationship didn’t require goodbyes. Every encounter could

his car, he received a text from Sylvia, [Will I

replied,

texted

sat silently for a few minutes,

to sleep, exhaustion seeping into every bone, feeling as if she could sleep for

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

old friend,” Gabriel

takes

loosened his shirt collar, sitting down beside Old Mr. Jarvis to ask, “Has

on the back of Gabriel’s neck, a telltale sign of a lover’s quarrel. He chuckled, “Seems your old

looked

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