Her Tears Are His Weakness

Her Tears Are His Weakness 45

Cynthia kopt calling out to Matthew, but the door to the hospital room was slammed shut, leaving only her trembling voice echoing in the air. Samantha waited until she was sure Mather had left before stepping out of the bathroom. She rushed over to Cynthia's bedside, her heart tightening at the sight of her grandmother's tear-

Theygen mask had sipped slightly, and she hurriedly adjusted it before gently patting Cynthia's chest to help her breathe easier.

"Calm down, Grandma Your health comes Erst."

"Samantha..you're here too.

"Yeah, I got here earlier than Dad, but I didn't want to disturb you while you were testing"

"The designs_You must keep them safe..

I will." Samantha promised, her tone firm with determination.

She stayed by Cynthia's side, soothing hertil she gradually calmed down. Once Cynthia fell asleep, Samantha left the hospital.

Samantha had always believed the designs were sofe at Cynthia's house after all, she was the one holding the key.

But after hearing what Matthew had said earlier, an ease settled in her chest. What if he found the safe and managed to break it open?

The only way to be wore was to

villa with a small courtyard. Cynthia had always loved crabapple

caretakers who came by regularly, Samantha went straight upstairs, found the safe, and

each page meticulously preserved in proteclve sleeves. Cynthia had poured her

backpack and left the villa. But the moment

froze.

sedan were parked at the entrance, their uminous prosence making her pulse quickon. She instantly realized something was wrong and turned to head to the back door However, before she could make a run for it,

What's wrong? Why

Her mind raced How was she

that old hag's

"I don't know

you really think I'd buy that? I have no idea what kind of spell you've

ly chose to gi

what you're

the crap. Hand them over, or

give something so important to an outsider like

Samantha seized the opportunity