“Forget it. I’m not getting involved, but I’ll tell you this–I have no problem if you want to be nice to Lily, but you can’t do it behind my back!”


    Maryanne didn’t quite know what she felt, but something felt off. Terence chuckled lightly and exined a little before ending the call.


    He instinctively wanted to <b>call </b>Rowan to feel him out, but when he checked <b>his </b>contacts, he realized Rowan hadn’t given him his number–only a business card.


    The business card was <b>at </b>home, and he was <b>at </b><b>the </b>office. Given their <b>shallow </b>connection, Rowan’s help for Lily surely wasn’t due <b>to </b>any favor owed to him. It <b>may </b>


    be time to find a chance to meet with Rowan.


    Rowan had only taken Hayden for high–<b>speed </b><b>drives </b>for two treatments.


    Perhaps the deep–seated memories in his mind were being triggered, but Hayden had been in poor condition these past few days<b>, </b>often waking up in the <b>middle </b><b>of </b>the night from nightmares


    This caused Lily to be unable to sleep well for several days, but she had to pull herself together to care for him.


    Rowan sent her a location for the third treatment and asked her to drive Hayden there.


    It was a racetrack on the outskirts of town. If she didn’t know that Rowan was a doctor, she would <b>have </b>suspected that his “treatment was just a game.


    But <b>having </be this far, she had no choice but to trust him. Early in the moming, she drove Hayden straight to the racetrack.


    The racetrack was quite famous and usually packed with people, but today, it was empty, probably because it had yet to open.


    She led Hayden inside, where countless race cars were parked in the lot, and the air was thick with excitement.


    Just as she was at a loss <b>for </b>what to do<b>, </b>she suddenly heard someone calling her name.


    Looking in the direction of the voice, she saw Rowan, dressed in all–ck sportswear, holding a helmet, and sitting in the stands, waving at her.


    Come up here!”


    Lily hurried up a few steps with Hayden <b>and </b>reached Rowan


    “Dr. ckwood, are we watching a race?”


    Rowan shook his head. “<b>What </b>race? This is for his treatment. I’ve booked the whole ce. You’ll just watch here for now.”


    “Do I need to do anything?” she had gotten used to his unconventional methods, so she didn’t ask too many questions, but she did want to help. “Can <b>you </b>drive a race car?” he <b>asked</b>,


    <b>She </b>paused and shook her head.


    Just watch, then. I’ve got help.” Rowan began wrapping bandages around his hands and then pointed to another set of protective gear. “Help him put this on Lily did <b>as </b>instructed, but her gaze kept drifting to the racetrack. It cost tens of thousands just to race here. How much would it cost to <b>book </b>the whole ce<b>? </b>Noticing her concerns, Rowan patted his chest confidently. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure Hayden stays safe. Look, my top–tier help has arrived.”


    He whistled toward the entrance.


    Lily nced past him, and Xavierstood in a pure white tracksuit. The white softened his sharp air, making him appear more approachable. He was holding a white and blue helmet in his right hand, his tall, handsome figure striking.


    Nevertheless, she had no intention of admining him. As <b>soon </b>as she recognized him, her brows furrowed. “Why him?”


    <b>What </b>about it?


    Imogen smiled sinisterly as she tightened her grip on the bloodstained knife. Step by step, she walked toward Johanna.


    “I really hate it when people deceive me, so don’t worry. Your Archie <b>is </b>already gone. Next, I’ll send you to join him in hell. How about that<b>?</b><b>” </b>


    Johanna’s first thought was that Imogen had lost her mind. She hadpletely lost it.


    “Why did you kill Archie? You vicious woman! How could you be so heartless? How could you kill him?”


    Johanna felt like she was losing grip on reality herself. She had watched helplessly as Archie died before her eyes<b>, </b>and she hadn’t been able to <b>do </b>anything. The unbearable heartache and agony made her head spin with rage.


    “I’ll make you pay for this!” she <b>screamed </b>and, without thinking, lunged at Imogen.


    The two women quickly got into a brawl. Amid their struggle, the bloodstained knife must have cut one of their arms <b>as </b>fresh blood dripped onto the floor.


    Imogen dominated the fight. Or rather, the moment Johanna had crazily targeted Caleb, Imogen could no longer suppress her murderous intent. One should never underestimate <b>a </b>mother’s strength in <b>a </b><b>battle</b>!


    Anyone who dared to target her child deserved no mercy! Soon, Imogen had Johanna pinned to the ground


    Without a weapon, Johanna was quickly losing energy, but she was still furious. Her eyes were bloodshot, and her mouth was wide <b>open </b>as she lunged at Imogen, hoping to rip her apart. The collision was so fast that Imogen staggered backward. She was caught off guard.


    Johanna seized the opportunity and bit into Imogen’s calf.


    However, before she could sink her teeth in further, a few of Imogen’s subordinates rushed in, kicking Johanna hard and sending her flying a few yards <b>away</b>. She coughed up <b>blood </b>as she <b>crashed </b>to the ground<b>. </b>


    Stanley helped Imogen up and asked, “Ms. Russell, are you alright?”


    “I’m fine.” Imogen shook her head.


    Ever since Archie got the seal, Stanley and the others had been guarding the outside, but Imogen had repeatedly stopped them from intervening, insisting on handling things herself.


    Stanley had been arous, afraid things might go wrong. but he was too afraid to defy her. Finally, unable to hold back, he rushed in to help.


    Imogen nced at Archie’s body on the ground and then at Johanna, who was spitting blood in the distance. She couldn’t help but feel <b>a </b>sense of satisfaction!


    She finally had her revenge.


    Imogen stood up <b>and </b>said to <b>Stanley</b>, “I’ll leave this mess to you. As for how you deal with it, do as you see fit.”


    “Understood,” Stanley replied.


    Ignoring Johanna on the ground, Imogen limped away.


    She first went to a guest room to take <b>a </b>shower, washing <b>for </b>two full hours before changing into clean clothes and heading to the nursery


    She had known this day woulde, <b>so </b>she had already made arrangements. The maids had been sent away and were all stationed outside the nursery, over little Caleb


    The little one was very well–behaved. He was still asleep, looking sweet and innocent, unaware of the <b>chaos </b>happening outside.


    Imogen waved her hand, dismissing all the maids from the room.


    Once they left, her legs <b>gave </b>way, and she copsed to the floor, covering her face with her hands. Tears trickled through her fingers.


    Imogen didn’t make <b>a </b>sound, quietly crying for a long while.


    After some time, she looked at Caleb in the cradle, her voice hoarse as she choked, “Caleb, I think I’m a bad woman and a bad mother…” Caleb was still sleeping soundly, his breathing even. His cute little face was soft and beautiful. He was clean and pure, in his most innocent for