Celeste was fuming.

Rhea chose to speak at the right moment. “Please try to remain calm.”

She then voiced her concern. “Is Marcus’ arm injured?”

“You saw his wound? It hasn’t healed yet?” Celeste questioned, already aware of Marcus’ injury from when he was recovering at home.

“It appears to be unhealed. Could it be serious?” Rhea queried, genuine worry in her voice.

A shadow of concern crossed Celeste’s face.

so robust. How could he sustain an injury? I

you feel?” Celeste pressed, eager

signs. This injury

her underlying dislike for Millie was further fueled

the Spirit Temple this afternoon. We’ll consult a spiritual master. Marcus is my only son, and if Millie brings any misfortune his way, I’ll

temple in Preagend, a place Celeste regularly supported with generous donations. The temple’s master, renowned as a skilled diviner, recognized

the master approached, greeting her with respect.

master with Marcus’ and Millie’s identification information, a knowing smile playing on her

one son. If you are cursed by fate,

Rhea had anticipated, Celeste emerged half an hour later, her expression

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