That night, Cynthia couldn’t sleep.

Even after exhausting herself in bed, sleep still cluded her. She got up and sat in a rattan chair on the balcony until dawn broke.

She was torn over a choice. Despite everything Lilian had done to hurt her over the years, she never tried to destroy her. After all, she was the one who had pulled Lilian from the depths of hell.

But now, Lilian, I will push you back into hell. Because that’s where you truly belong, she thought.

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