“Even if Bianca really went to the Linscotts to cause trouble, and she was worried, why didn’t she just talk to us? Why would she set a fire and take off like that?” Grandma Grace’s voice was sharp with anger. “That kind of reckless behavior is criminal. She could end up in jail for this. Did she even think about what might happen? What if the whole house burned down? The loss, the people who could have gotten hurt or worse… did she even care? This time, I’m not letting it go.”
No one could understand why Alona did what she did. Daniel was just as confused. His face had gone dark with rage, the kind that made everyone around him nervous.
He didn’t hesitate. “We’re going to the Linscotts. Now.”
Grandma Grace got up too, insisting she was coming with him. By then, the fire had been put out. Wiona was left in charge of handling the mess, with George by her side to help.
Wiona watched them leave, worry etched on her face, but then she pulled herself together and started managing the cleanup. She worked hard, but eventually she was completely worn out. George noticed and couldn’t bear to see her like that.
“Ma’am, let me take care of the rest. You should go get some rest.”
Wiona didn’t argue. She just nodded, her face still pale. “Thank you. I’ll leave it to you.”
George waited until he saw her heading to the small villa before going back to organize the staff. Once things started to settle down, something clicked in his mind. “Where’s Molly? Someone should bring her some medicine. Poor thing. Adler never knows when enough is enough.”
But when a servant went to check on Molly, her room was empty.
“Where could she have gone?” George felt a wave of unease. There’d been too much chaos tonight. He told the staff to look for her right away.
Not long after, the gatehouse called in with news. Molly had left about half an hour earlier.
“What was she doing going out so late?”
The guard sounded unsure. “I asked her, but she didn’t answer. She just kept her head down and left in a hurry.”
Something felt off to George. “What about the lady of the house? Is she in bed?”
The person in charge of the villa replied, “The lights in her room went off about half an hour ago. Good thing she’s staying here. Or all this would have given her a real scare.”
Wiona didn’t push the topic. Instead, she switched to the plan for tomorrow morning.
Molly replied, “Don’t worry. I’ll sneak out before sunrise. There’s a hole in the fence in the side garden. No one will notice a thing. By the time they realize you’re gone, it’ll be like you just vanished.”
Reading the texts, Wiona finally pulled off her hoodie. She and Molly were about the same size and height. Wearing loose clothes, her pregnancy was easy to hide. She had tucked her long hair into the sweatshirt, and with her head down, she’d slipped right past the distracted gate guard, who was too busy watching the main house.
She’d walked out and caught a taxi, and now she was lost in the busy streets of Stonehill.
For the first time in ages, she felt free again, like she’d finally escaped and could breathe.
Wiona went straight home. But just as she reached her door, her phone started ringing with an unfamiliar number. She hung up right away, but the phone rang again. And again. Finally, a little annoyed, she answered.
A cool, slightly familiar voice came through the line. “Ms. Morgan, you’re pretty cautious. I have to say, I’m impressed. So, what do you think… are you interested in seeing a good show tonight?”

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