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!

dark with malice, focused on the road ahead, completely

figures vanished swiftly

the Rivenwood toll booth, they headed

was ready for bed. His message

we need to know who's behind

sent, Vivienne turned off

The next day.

eyes, Percival was already gone from

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

"What happened?"

Vivienne got out of bed and

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 people watching Ramona's place that she's back

ordered, "Alert everyone, find Donald-dead or

Nine Mystics Society, search every nook of Rivenwood, including the suburbs. We

afford to

dressed, Vivienne grabbed her gear and

of the apartment, her phone

chilling enough, [Next

picture of Donald tied to a post, strapped with the latest model of a time bomb-instead of gunpowder, the glass

replied, [Who

The Ellington family.

long. Messages from the other side came daily, as if certain

in the morning, as Huxley was sneaking out like always, a delicate voice suddenly burst

sigh of relief, "You

Vivienne? What have you been up to these days, sneaking around? Didn't you say

replied, "What's the rush? I'm waiting for the right moment. When it

If you have even a shred of sibling love

having grown up with Wendy, always

her, the naturally timid Huxley felt a chill at his core and involuntarily

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