Chapter 2134


    Antonia''s face, already disfigured, was utterly destroyed by the acid, leaving no trace of the pride


    and mour that once defined the Crawley heiress.


    She seemed to have lost her grip on reality, screaming incessantly:


    "Let me out, I''m not sick!"


    "I''m going to expose Estelle, that wench! She harmed me, my whole family, and she''s a murderer!"


    "She really is, you have to arrest her!"


    But soon enough, the sedatives kicked in, and Antoniay motionless on the bed, too weak to


    struggle or shout.


    The head nurse approached with a deferential air, "Are you Ms. Sampson?"


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    Magdalen''s gaze was sharp, "Aren''t you tired of her ranting all day?"


    The nurse frowned, "Whenever she''s awake, she’s like this."


    "Got any other tough cases in the hospital?" Magdalen inquired.


    After a moment''s thought, the nurse replied, "Plenty. There''s one with severe aggression issues.


    Just a whisper in her ear and sheshes out. We had to iste her in a room to herself."


    "Perfect, put her in a room with Antonia. Fight fire with fire, keep her quiet." Magdalen suggested.


    "Will do, I''ll make the arrangements," the nurse agreed.


    Magdalen nodded, gave Antonia onest nce, and left. The Crawley family''s downfall owed


    much to Antonia; now, it was her turn to repent for the rest of her days.


    Willowbrook za.


    It was three in the afternoon when Gabriel returned and headed straight for the shower.


    Emerging refreshed, he found Sylvia still asleep. Without a word, he dressed and left.


    Their rtionship didn''t require goodbyes. Every encounter could be thest.


    Once in his car, he received a text from Sylvia, [Will I see you again soon?]


    After a moment''s thought, he replied, [Let''s not meet for a while.]


    Sylvia simply texted back, [Okay.]


    Gabriel put down his phone, sat silently for a few minutes, and then drove off.


    Sylvia, upstairs, tossed her phone aside and continued to sleep, exhaustion seeping into every


    bone, feeling as if she could sleep for a day and a night straight.


    Back at the Quintin estate, Old Mr. Jarvis was enjoying tea and a book in the living room. Seeing


    Gabriel, he chuckled, "What kind of friend keeps you for a day and night?"


    "Just an old friend," Gabriel replied evenly.


    "Ahh, catching up with old friends takes time," Old Mr. Jarvis nodded in understanding.


    The room was warm, and Gabriel shed his coat and loosened his shirt cor, sitting down beside


    Old Mr. Jarvis to ask, "Has Estelle been by?"


    "No, let her rest," Old Mr. Jarvis poured a cup of tea for Gabriel, his eyes casually catching a scratch


    on the back of Gabriel''s neck, a telltale sign of a lover''s quarrel. He chuckled, "Seems your old


    friend has quite the temper."


    "Huh?" Gabriel looked at him, puzzled.


    "Never mind, never mind," Old Mr. Jarvis waved it off with a smile. "Bring them by sometime; I''d like


    to meet them."


    Gabriel didn''t respond, shifting the topic, "And Old Mr. Quintin?"


    "He''s entertaining a visitor in the study," Old Mr. Jarvis replied, then suddenly took the teacup from


    Gabriel''s hand, "Stop with the tea, go upstairs and rest."


    Gabriel raised an eyebrow, rest now?


    "Go on," Old Mr. Jarvis urged him.


    Reluctantly, Gabriel stood, draped his coat over his arm, and headed upstairs.


    Crossing paths on the staircase with Evelyn, she greeted him cheerfully, "Gabriel, you''re back."


    He acknowledged her with a nod and continued his ascent.


    Evelyn opened her mouth to say more, but as they brushed past each other, she hesitated for a split


    second. By the time she gathered her thoughts, Gabriel had already reached the top of the stairs.