He remembered every single detail of those moments with brutal clarity. If he could turn back time, he would never have left her to shoulder that burden alone. He would have held her and told her that she could rely on him for everything.
But life offered no reset buttons, and time travel was nothing but a fantasy.
By the following afternoon, Liam handled the discharge paperwork. Finnegan had changed back into a fresh set of clothes. He stared down at his own hands in silence for a long time before quietly issuing a command. "Take me to the notary's office. I'm amending my will."
...
Seraphina waited in Frederick's private apartment for two agonizing days, but the man never showed up.
Anxiety gnawed at her insides. What the hell was he playing at, leaving her stranded here?
Just as her patience wore thin, the front door clicked open. Seraphina whipped her head around and watched Frederick stroll in casually. He didn't offer an explanation; he merely sat down on the sofa, studying her with the detached scrutiny of someone appraising merchandise.
"What is this supposed to mean?"
Seraphina shot to her feet, her temper flaring. "I should be the one asking you that! What's your endgame? Don't you want revenge? Who are you really after—Finnegan, or Nora? If it's Nora, we're on the same side. If it's Finnegan, I can give you everything you need to destroy him."
Frederick let out a dark chuckle. "Why so desperate? Did you finally realize your little lover boy doesn't give a damn about you?"
The mockery hit a nerve, and Seraphina shrieked, "Shut up! You think everyone is as sick and twisted as you are?"
Frederick waited for the reality to sink in before speaking again. "Xander is protecting everyone in her orbit. You thought you could target her associates, and you assumed a billionaire like him wouldn't see it coming?"
Seraphina shook her head in sheer denial. "No way... how could they be that thoroughly prepared?"
Frederick stubbed out his cigarette. "None of that matters now. I told you we need to play the long game. If you're eager to rush to your own death, be my guest. I won't stop you."
Her manic energy rapidly deflated, and she slumped back into her chair, too terrified to utter another word.
Meanwhile, at the Harrison estate, Nora was playing in the sunlit courtyard with Cassie and Bonnie. Watching the little girls laugh under the bright sky, life felt perfectly tranquil.

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