"And you, you're nothing but a bootlicker. Since you care so much about Gideon, why don't you marry him? Compared to you, Lilith is a distant second."
Without waiting for their shocked reactions, she turned and walked out of the police station.
It seemed the title transfer wouldn't happen today.
Her knowledge in this area was limited, but thinking it over, it did seem logical.
She had never met Sylvia, so the police couldn't transfer the property to her based on a few words alone.
She would have to find another way.
But for now, at least she was free.
***
Aria drove, but she didn't head back to the Evernight estate.
After gaining her freedom, she felt a momentary sense of aimlessness.
Where should she go?
At fifteen, after learning she wasn't a Rowan, her friends had gradually distanced themselves from her for one reason or another.
Her life had been reduced to medical studies and Charles.
After Charles's accident, she threw herself into pharmaceutical research, only to be forced out of the lab by the Rowan family to become Gideon's secretary.
Her life became work and her research books.
After marriage, it became work, Gideon, and her research books.
Now that the burdens on her shoulders had suddenly lightened, Aria felt a strange sense of unease.
Her car slowly pulled over to the side of the road.
A car behind her honked twice.
Then, a few taps on her window.
Aria snapped back to reality. It was Raphael.
The window rolled down.
"Are you here to see Dr. Reaves too?"
Raphael's voice was as gentle as ever, and he carried the faint scent of medicinal herbs.
It wasn't bitter, but clean and crisp.
Aria was a little confused. "Dr. Reaves?"

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