NovelOnlineAntonia's face, already disfigured, was utterly destroyed by the acid, leaving no trace of the pride and glamour that once defined
the Crawley heiress.
She seemed to have lost her grip on reality, screaming incessantly:
"Letout, I'm not sick!"
"I'm going to expose Estelle, that wench! She harmed me, my whole family, and she's a murderer!"
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"She really is, you have to arrest her!"
But soon enough, the sedatives kicked in, and Antonia lay motionless on the bed, too weak to struggle or shout.
The head nurse approached with a deferential air, "Are you Ms. Sampson?"
Magdalen's gaze was sharp, "Aren't you tired of her ranting all day?"
The nurse frowned, "Whenever she's awake, she’s like this."
"Got any other tough cases in the hospital?" Magdalen inquired.
After a moment's thought, the nurse replied, "Plenty. There's one with severe aggression issues. Just a whisper in her ear and she
lashes out. We had to isolate her in a room to herself."
"Perfect, put her in a room with Antonia. Fight fire with fire, keep her quiet." Magdalen suggested.
"Will do, I'll make the arrangements," the nurse agreed.
Magdalen nodded, gave Antonia one last glance, and left. The Crawley family's downfall owed much to Antonia; now, it was her
turn to repent for the rest of her days.
Willowbrook Plaza.
It was three in the afternoon when Gabriel returned and headed straight for the shower.
Emerging refreshed, he found Sylvia still asleep. Without a word, he dressed and left.
Their relationship didn't require goodbyes. Every encounter could be the last.
Once in his car, he received a text from Sylvia, [Will | see you again soon?]
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