Liana pushed open the door to the old-fashioned pharmacy and spotted Adrian right away, busy sorting herbs behind the counter. He was Clive’s family doctor and knew Amelia pretty well, too.
Ever since she got close to Clive, Liana had put a ton of effort into figuring out everyone in his circle. This pharmacy was owned by Adrian’s grandfather, and Adrian would stop by on weekends to help out.
“Hi,” Liana greeted him. “I’d like to get some medicine.”
“Do you have a prescription?” Adrian asked, not looking up as he finished organizing bottles. When he finally glanced her way, he paused, clearly surprised by the sight of her.
“I do.” Liana handed him the slip of paper, catching his stare. She touched her cheek, pretending not to understand. “Is there something on my face, doctor?”
“No, sorry,” Adrian replied, a little embarrassed. “You just look a lot like someone I know. Sorry for staring.”
She really did remind him of Ms. Sadinton—except younger, probably just in her early twenties. Adrian thought she looked almost exactly like Ms. Sadinton did back when she first married Mr. Salmeron.
He took the prescription and gave it a careful look. “This is a good formula, very calming for the nerves.”
“Yeah, it’s for a friend’s sister. She had a rough time recently and could use something to help her relax.”
Adrian nodded. “That’s very kind of you.”
Liana smiled. “Can you prepare it here? I just need enough for a week.”
“Sure thing. You can pick it up tomorrow morning.”
“Thank you, really,” Liana said brightly, scanning the code to pay and heading out the door.
Adrian watched her leave, adjusting his black-rimmed glasses. He couldn’t help but mutter, “From the back, she looks even more like her. It’s uncanny. But at least this girl isn’t Amelia—she won’t end up marrying Mr. Salmeron and suffering for it.”
Outside, Liana checked her phone for the courier delivery updates. The package would arrive at the university in about an hour. If she left now, she could catch it at the gate.
Caroline’s face went pale. She forced herself to calm down. But really, what proof did Amelia have? There were only two of them on that rescue ladder, and the helicopter was so loud no one else could have heard or seen anything. All she had to do was deny everything.
That’s it—Amelia had no evidence.
With that thought, Caroline managed to relax. She silently wished Amelia would just die on Tiger Wind Island.
Meanwhile, on Tiger Wind Island, Amelia and Felix had been walking for hours before finally reaching the village. The entrance was well-hidden—you had to pass through a pitch-black cave most people wouldn’t even notice. On the other side, the world changed: wooden houses scattered across the landscape, villagers busy and chatting, an air of peaceful bustle everywhere.
Just as Amelia was about to step forward, Felix reached out to stop her, his eyes sweeping the area. There was something off.
“What’s wrong?” Amelia whispered.
Felix frowned, still scanning the villagers. Something here wasn’t like it was last time. Suddenly, his expression shifted. He grabbed Amelia’s hand, ready to run, but before they could make a move, a crowd of people poured out of the cave behind them, blocking their way out.

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