Mrs. Prescott was a soft-hearted woman. In the end, she forgave Gavin.

At this point, Rosita couldn't help but sigh. "Word is, Gavin's turned into the ultimate doting husband lately. He and Mrs. Prescott are even planning a big thirtieth anniversary party-sometime at the end of the month, I think?"

Lauren was so furious she hung up on the spot.

Hearing the abrupt click and the busy signal that followed, Rosita's mood soared.

She knew that Lauren wouldn't be able to stomach the thought of Gavin living so well. There was no way she'd just let it go.

Give it a few days, and Lauren would lose her composure and go looking for Gavin.

And when that moment came, it would be the lowest point of Lauren's life.

A cold, calculating smile tugged at Rosita's lips as she contemplated her little victory.

Just then, her phone started ringing again—an unfamiliar number this time.

Rosita didn't think much of it and hung up right away.

After taking a shower and getting changed, she found her phone still buzzing insistently with the same number.

She hesitated, but finally answered. "Hello? Who is this?"

"It's me. Ottilie Kensington."

something you

"What is

"It's about Briony."

brows shot up.

it?" she repeated, more cautious

I'll show you

then said, "Fine. Come find me at the Lunar

a month had passed since Briony returned

already

ver

to preschool before heading to her studio. Word had spread among her old clients that she was back, and they were practically

her focus was

been engrossed in a project for an animation company in Cloudcrest

culture with her exquisite hand-drawn

days, she spent her time holed up

but in reality, it was rare for the entire family to bez together except at dinner. Their busy schedules kept them apart; sometimes, days

past two weeks: Stewart was away

morning, Briony's phone

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