It was a chaotic night at Windcharm Vis.


    Adide, in a state of drunken frenzy, was wavering knife in her hand, gesturing towards her wrist.


    The dozen or so guests who hade for the party were utterly shocked; nothing like this had ever


    happened before.


    They had organized many such gatherings, and Adide had always yed the gracious hostess,


    never overindulging, always poised and dignified.


    The only thing different this time was that Stuart wasn''t around.


    They had thought this party was Adide''s way of showing she could handle things even without


    Stuart around, that she was in control. But they couldn''t have been more wrong.


    Adide was drunk and now, rmingly, contemting suicide.


    Everyone was on edge.


    Without Stuart, if anything happened to Adide, they would all be in deep trouble.


    Bary tried to approach her, his voice calm but firm, "Adide, Stuart is on his way, just put the


    knife down, please."


    Adide screamed, "Don’te any closer! I don''t want any of you! I only want Stuart!"


    Her hand shook with how drunk and agitated she was, and the knife cut across her wrist, blood


    started to drip down on the floor.


    Bary immediately stopped, "Okay, okay, I’m noting closer. Just don’t move, Adide. Wait


    for Stuart, alright?"


    Someone else quickly added, "Mr. Hetfield is on his way; he''ll be here any minute."


    Adide wasughing through tears, "Get out! All of you, just get out! You''re all making fun of me,


    aren''t you? I know you are! Just leave!"


    In her agitation, the cut deepened, and her wrist was all bloody.


    No one dared to leave. If they did and something happened to Adide, they could never forgive


    themselves. But staying put while Adide was so distraught seemed equally risky.


    At that moment, a figure strode into the room.


    Stuart’s entrance was like a storm, immediately adding a tense weight to the atmosphere.


    He walked straight up to Adide and said coldly, "Give me the knife."


    Adide, somewhat dazed, finally focused on Stuart standing before her.


    Her madness subdued, her eyes filled with vulnerability, "Stuart, you''re here. I thought you’d


    abandoned me. You wouldn’t leave me alone, would you?"


    Stuart’s voice was stern, "Give me the knife, now."


    Trembling, Adide slowly handed the knife over. Even in her drunken state, she didn’t dare refuse


    or use suicide to threaten Stuart.


    There was an inherent fear of him deep within her.


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    Stuart took the knife and tossed it aside, his tone mocking yet dangerously serious, "Very well,


    resorting to threats of suicide now, Adide? Have I been too lenient, making you this bold?"


    Adide seemed to sober up significantly, stepping back in fear.


    The others barely breathed.


    When Mr. Hetfield got angry, it was truly frightening.


    Only Bary, seeing Adide in such a distressed state, couldn’t help but say, "Stuart, her wrist is


    still bleeding. Maybe see a doctor first?"


    Stuart turned and walked away, calling to Adide over his shoulder, "Follow me."


    Even in her intoxicated state, Adide hurried after him.


    Bary breathed a sigh of relief; they were going to see a doctor.


    What exactly had happened that made Adide lose herposure like this?


    And then, Bary’s thoughts suddenly drifted to Morwenna, the girl who didn’t fear his dog and


    even hit him.


    Could Adide’s breakdown be because of Morwenna?


    …


    That same night, at Healing Streams Medical Center, Morwenna had a restless sleep.


    She was worried about what might be happening at the vi.


    Back in her mountain vige, life was straightforward—people met, married, and settled without


    drama or secrets.