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 oblivious

two figures vanished

toll booth, they headed

ready for bed. His message read, [Donald

replied, [Keep on her tail; we need to know

terse messages sent, Vivienne

The next day.

Percival was already

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

"What happened?"

out

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

ordered, "Alert everyone, find Donald-dead or

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

afford to

her

of the apartment, her phone vibrated. She checked it swiftly, not

that came was chilling enough, [Next time, I

with the latest model of a time bomb-instead of gunpowder, the glass vials were

she replied, [Who

The Ellington family.

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

the morning, as Huxley was sneaking out like always, a

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

that maniac Vivienne?

right moment. When

mercy. If you have even a shred of sibling love left, don't drag me down

grown up with Wendy,

timid Huxley felt a chill

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