On the third floor, most doors of the lounges were open except for the one at the very end, which remained shut.

Brea, Lyndon’s mother, approached and knocked her knuckles on the door.

“Lyndon, are you inside?”

After a brief pause, a gentle female voice from within replied, “Just give me a moment.”

The crowd waited patiently, and eventually, the door swung open.

Ivy appeared in the doorway, wearing a man’s suit and looking bashful.

Angela’s Library

“Mrs. Fernandez.”

kept her silence. She

chair, a few buttons of

brows, and a

did you

pausing before finishing

naturally understands her

inconceivable for him to engage in any

the late Rosanna. How could he

glanced at the suddenly emerging

what brings everyone

“We are…”

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