At this very moment, even a brief second of tranquility was more than Ramona could bear.

She had been rattled to her core by the surveillance footage, tears streaming down her face as she screamed, "This is it! I've said all I can say! Please, please let me go! I haven't even started anything! It wasn't me who messed with your mom; it was all the Grimshaws. I was cornered. I was truly forced!"

Vivienne settled back on the couch, her gaze drifting lightly over Ramona. It was unclear whether she believed her or not. She crossed her legs and said nothing.

Percival had been silent since the beginning, his eyes only on Vivienne, not deviating in the slightest, playing the role of the devoted husband to perfection. Ramona's eyes flickered swiftly.

It seemed like a flash of resentment passed through them.

But it was so quick no one saw.

"Ma'am." Anna stood by her, Ramona's tireless voice echoing in her ears.

She turned a deaf ear, simply waiting for Vivienne's command.

It was hard to tell how much time had passed before Vivienne finally spoke indifferently, "Let her go."

The evening wind sliced across Ramona's face like a blade.

She sped along the freeway, scenes from the night's confrontation with Vivienne racing through her mind.

Her heart burned with fury!

If it weren't for the mission, if her meridians hadn't been altered, preventing her from using force!

She would've twisted Vivienne's head off herself!

Ramona's eyes were dark with malice, focused on the road ahead, completely oblivious to the black car tailing her closely.

In an unseen corner, two figures vanished swiftly into the darkness.

passing the Rivenwood toll booth, they headed straight for the

through, Vivienne had just finished her nightly routine and was ready for bed. His message read, [Donald is on

tail; we

a few terse messages sent,

The next day.

her eyes, Percival was

message from Matthew popped up immediately, [At seven sharp

"What happened?"

Vivienne got out of bed

Donald last night, but this morning, there's been no response to calls or texts.

"Alert everyone,

quickly, then dialed Draven, "Issue the Order of Nine Mystics Society, search every nook of Rivenwood, including the

couldn't afford to

grabbed her gear and headed

apartment, her phone vibrated.

was chilling enough, [Next time, I won't go

picture of Donald tied to a post, strapped with the latest model of a time bomb-instead of gunpowder, the glass vials were filled with an unknown green liquid. The sender even

she replied, [Who dares to hurt

The Ellington family.

for long. Messages from the other side came daily, as if certain he posed no threat, urging him to

like always, a delicate

Mara and breathed a sigh of relief, "You

what it felt like to be locked up by that maniac Vivienne? What have you been up to these days, sneaking around? Didn't

the right moment. When it comes, you'll

have even a shred of sibling love

of presence, Mara, having grown up with Wendy,

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Huxley gathered his courage to face Mara, "What are you thinking?

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