~**(Third Person)**~
Wanda returned to the poolside just in time to catch Draven’s drenched figure carrying someone in his arms before he turned towards her.
His white shirt was soaked and clinging tightly to his torso as he carried Meredith in his arms like something precious.
It turns out that Meredith was the woman.
Wanda’s gaze swept over the scene—Meredith’s pale face, her limp form wrapped in Draven’s arms, water trailing down her frame.
Surprise clouded her mind as she wondered what the hell had happened.
"Draven!" Wanda called out sharply, but he didn’t stop.
He did, however, glance over his shoulder briefly. "That’s what I would like to find out," he muttered curtly before disappearing around the corner with one of Meredith’s maidservants, Azul, following him frantically.
Wanda’s brows pulled together. She guessed that something had gone wrong. Very wrong.
Then she turned her gaze sharply to the only person left by the pool.
Xamira stood quietly near the water’s edge, her arms crossed over her chest, hugging herself, droplets rolling down her arms from her recent swim.
But what caught Wanda’s attention wasn’t the water—it was the guilty way the child’s eyes darted away from hers.
Wanda’s instincts prickled. She walked briskly toward the little girl, stopping in front of her and narrowing her eyes.
"Xamira. Tell me, what happened here?" she asked, her voice firm.
Xamira shifted her weight, but said nothing. She still wasn’t able to look Wanda squarely in the eye.
Wanda crouched down, levelling her eyes with hers. Her tone softened. "Xamira... sweetheart. What happened? Tell me the truth. What happened when I left to take a call?"
The child hesitated. Her lashes fluttered, and for a moment, it looked like she wouldn’t speak. But then, in a small voice, she said, "I pushed Daddy’s wife into the pool."
Wanda’s mouth parted in shock. Her heart skipped a beat. "Y-you did what?"
She thought she had heard wrong, but when Xamira didn’t try to repeat her statement, she understood that she had heard clearly the first time.
"Why did you do that?"
Xamira frowned harder and avoided her gaze. "I just... I was being like Larissa," she mumbled. "I wanted to make her go away."
Wanda’s pulse quickened.
The air seemed to thicken around her. She glanced briefly at the pool, where only minutes ago, Meredith had been pulled out unconscious.
And it made her realize that Meredith didn’t know how to swim, and she had barely made it.
And now, Xamira had just admitted—without the faintest understanding of how serious this was—that she’d tried to get rid of her father’s wife. Just like Larissa had done in that ridiculous story, Wanda thought was harmless.
Wanda swallowed the bile rising in her throat. She had underestimated the girl’s understanding. Terribly.
Xamira looked up at her, lips trembling. "Did I do something wrong?"
Wanda forced a smile, trying to control the tightness in her chest. She gently placed her hands on Xamira’s shoulders and leaned in.
"You made a mistake," she said quietly. "A big one."
Xamira frowned. "But I was only trying to prank her... like Larissa did."
Wanda nodded slowly. "I know. But there’s something wrong with your plan."
"What?" the girl asked, blinking up at her with confused eyes.
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