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!

malice, focused on the road ahead, completely

an unseen corner, two figures vanished swiftly into

Rivenwood toll booth, they headed

Vivienne had just finished her nightly routine and was ready for bed. His

replied, [Keep on her tail; we need

a few terse messages sent, Vivienne turned off her

The next day.

Vivienne opened her eyes, Percival was

message from Matthew popped up immediately, [At seven sharp this morning, we lost contact

"What happened?"

hesitation, Vivienne got out of bed and called

rushed but composed, "I was in contact with Donald last night, but this morning, there's been no response to calls or texts. We've heard from the

ordered, "Alert everyone,

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

couldn't afford

grabbed her

phone vibrated. She checked

chilling enough, [Next time,

a 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 fury as she replied, [Who dares to hurt mine will

The Ellington family.

his head down for long. Messages from the other side

like always, a delicate

sigh of relief, "You scared me half to death. What are you

locked up by that maniac Vivienne? What have you been up to these

rush? I'm waiting for the right moment. When it comes, you'll

If you have even a shred of sibling love left, don't drag me down with you, or I won't be so

of presence, Mara, having grown up with Wendy, always had the upper

by her, the naturally timid Huxley felt a

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