On the other side of the city, Edward Wells sat in his spacious study, his brow furrowed, hands clenched into fists.He anxiously awaited news from Anthony.Outside, the sky hung heavy with clouds, and the world was eerily still.Meanwhile, in the living room, Violet Wells sat on the couch, her face buried in her hands as tears soaked her cheeks.Her eyes were puffy and red from hours of crying, the deep wrinkles on her face standing out more than ever before.The sight of Ken’s lifeless body had almost made her pass out."If I had known... I would’ve never agreed to that engagement with the Herbert family! ”“That Selune... what does she have besides her looks? What could she possibly have that compares to our family’s name?”“I swear she’s cursed us all! And now, she’s taken Ken from us!"Her voice cracked as she broke down again, sobbing uncontrollably.Edward suddenly shot to his feet, his anger simmering just below the surface.“Enough!” he roared, cutting through her cries.“Wha

Arthur rushed down the hallway, heading straight for Marco’s wife’s room.The others followed, their faces grim, filled with dread.In the dim light of the hallway, Isabella’s maid spoke fast, panic creeping into her voice.“I helped the lady into her room and closed the door behind her so she could rest. Then I went to get her some water.”“But when I came back... the door was locked from the inside. No matter how much I called, she didn’t answer.”“I used the spare key to open it—and the room was empty.”The tension in the air thickened as everyone silently processed what she said.It was clear: something was wrong.The door creaked open, and they all stepped inside.The room was spotless, the bed neatly made, but everything felt... off.The only thing that stood out was the window—wide open.Marco’s face went pale.Was it possible? Had his wife jumped?Though the room was only on the second floor, a fall from here could still hurt her badly—maybe even kill her.He rushed to the win

Arthur walked back into the Selune house, only to be greeted by the cold, judgmental glares of Ana and Harold. They stood by the door like he was some unwanted guest.“You’re not welcome here,” Ana snapped, crossing her arms and glaring at him with pure hostility.“Listen, kid,” Harold chimed in, clearly impatient, “Whatever your deal is, you’ve caused enough trouble for this family.”“You better not have any more plans for Selune. She’s gonna marry someone rich! Leave now!” Ana’s voice rose in anger, her eyes locking on Arthur with a warning glare. “Never come back!”Arthur barely glanced at them, his cold stare making them shift uncomfortably. They both instinctively took a step back as if something invisible was pushing them.“Is this what Selune wants?” he asked, his tone even.Ana froze, but quickly recovered. “Of course! She’s been tired of you for a while!”Harold added, “Yeah. You’ve been nothing but trouble for her. She’s too polite to tell you herself!”Arthur slowly turned

Arthur stood at the table, staring down at the broken crystal ball.He knew it wasn’t going to reveal anything more.But he couldn’t figure out why the old woman was so thrilled, or what she meant by "the Chosen One."“Well, let’s call it a day,” he said, his voice calm.“Take the fifth herb from the third row in your garden, mix it with the others in your basket, and simmer it for three hours.”“Drink it in three doses a day. In a week, your leg will be healed.”Arthur offered this advice as a thank you for the old woman’s reading, then turned to leave.Isis’s eyes lit up.Her respect and awe for him deepened.She couldn’t believe Arthur could figure out the exact effects of her herbs just by looking at them!She had been brewing potions with them for years, but the results were always weak.Now she realized she’d been missing one crucial ingredient.It all clicked. Gratitude flooded her heart.She was even more impressed by Arthur now.“Wait, Savior!” she called, rushing forward wit

Peter Charles’s sleek, luxury car cruised slowly into Arthur’s line of sight, its polished design turning heads and drawing the attention of everyone nearby.“Not bad. Looks like you’ve awakened,” Arthur said with a slight nod.Peter looked full of energy.“It’s all thanks to your guidance! I can’t thank you enough!”“And I have got a good news for you!”Arthur raised an eyebrow, his gaze sharp. “What do you mean?”Peter grinned. “Earlier, you told me to keep an eye out for rare herbs. Tonight, there’s Phoenix Herb at the auction!”Peter quickly pulled an auction catalog from his bag and handed it to Arthur.Arthur opened the catalog, and his eyes landed on a stunning, blood-red plant.The fiery color seemed to burn off the page—exactly what Arthur had been searching for.His heart raced.Two-thirds of the ingredients needed for the antidote were already within reach.“This Phoenix Herb has to be mine!”“Of course!” Peter’s excitement matched Arthur’s. “I’ll make sure to get it for yo