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!

with malice, focused on the road ahead, completely oblivious to the black

unseen corner, two figures vanished swiftly

toll booth, they headed straight

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

on her tail; we need to know

a few terse messages sent, Vivienne turned off her

The next day.

Percival was

immediately, [At seven sharp this morning,

"What happened?"

out of bed

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 from the suburbs, but there's still no word

everyone, find Donald-dead

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

couldn't afford to

Vivienne grabbed her gear and

of the apartment, her phone

chilling enough, [Next time,

post, strapped with the latest model of a time bomb-instead of gunpowder, the glass

she replied, [Who dares to hurt

The Ellington family.

other side came daily,

Huxley was sneaking out like always, a delicate voice suddenly burst

to see Mara and breathed a sigh of relief, "You scared me half to death. What are you doing up

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

the rush? I'm waiting for the right

this-I'm still at Vivienne's mercy. If you have even a shred of sibling love left, don't drag

with Wendy, always

stared down by her, the naturally timid Huxley felt a

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