An hour had passed before Mara finally stirred, a ghostly pallor on her face. Her voice was a weak whisper, barely there.

She had never felt so terrible in her life—it was like being on death’s doorstep!

That Gillian had actually given her a bottle of sleeping pills, and here she had thought they were vitamins.

If only she had known, she would not have taken a single one!

“Mara, you’re awake.” Cecilia’s voice carried a mixture of relief and worry, as if a great weight had been lifted from her heart upon seeing Mara’s eyes open.

To underscore her feebleness, Mara coughed deliberately, a decision she instantly regretted as her stomach convulsed painfully.

“Auntie, what happened to me?” Mara’s eyes brimmed with tears, but her pain was genuine.

Cecilia sat by the hospital bed, wiping away the tears streaking Mara’s face. “Oh, you silly girl. Do you have any idea how close you came to never seeing me again?”

Mara feigned shock, glancing down at her wrist as if seeing it anew, a look of realization crossing her face. “I… I’m sorry, Auntie. I just wasn’t thinking straight.”

“You really…” Cecilia held Mara’s hand, her heart full of unsaid words.

Across the room, Percival sat brooding on the couch, his eyes stormy as the horizon’s edge.

Vivienne, on the other hand, watched the scene with a certain amusement.

Such a promising talent, indeed.

Mara seemed to be cut from the same cloth as Gillian had been.

If she were to be signed and groomed properly, she might even outshine Kala!

Kala: Impossible, utterly impossible!

in her palm,

few words with Mara were enough before she turned to Percival. “Percival, why don’t you take Isolde back home? Everything’s under control here. I’ll

at Percival with remorse. “Percival… Viv…

stood, looping her arm through Percival’s, her

she would have been surprised

she was driven—Vivienne was all about

love, Mr. Wolf merely

I’m not only less appealing than a

actually reach out to her. Since that was the case, she was not about to miss this opportunity to overplay

IV and stumbled to her feet,

Please forgive me. Gillian and Grandma misled me, and I never meant for things to go so far. I was awful, please don’t be angry

knelt there, her forehead hitting the floor. Though intentionally hard, she had assumed that even if Percival did nothing and Isolde was too young to understand, at least Cecilia would rush to stop

dismay, no one came

nearly laughed out loud but managed to

head, her eyes

responded with a smile, mimicking Mara’s tone. “What are you doing? I never blamed

at Vivienne, noting her barely suppressed mirth. He smiled, affectionately

Vivienne has the biggest heart. She doesn’t hold grudges easily. Mara, don’t pull this act again. Admitting your mistake is one thing, but forgiveness comes

snorted from

kid fresh out of elementary school was too much for Mara’s ego

right. Get up, what’s with this

her feet, and whether by design or

she clutched her cheek.

side, helping Mara back into bed.

my scar ever heal?” Mara clung to Cecilia’s hand, her eyes betraying a fragility, like a delicate flower about

can’t be fixed. Just take it easy, and we’ll

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