Later that night at a hospital in the district...Serena finished her discussion with the doctor, who adjusted his glasses and spoke warmly. "Ms. DiLaurentis, your father is in good condition now. He's out of danger as long as he takes his medication and isn't removed from the hospital again. What he needs most at the moment is rest."Serena nodded, relief washing over her. "I'll make sure of that. Thank you, Doctor."She turned to leave, but the doctor called out behind her. "Ms. DiLaurentis?"She paused and looked back.The older doctor tilted his head curiously. "About your ankle from last time... how is it healing?"Serena forced a smile and spoke casually. "Oh, I made a mistake about when I first sustained the injury. It was definitely earlier than I initially thought."The doctor nodded in understanding and chuckled lightly. "That's exactly what I thought. Unless magical healing is really a thing."Serena

Elijah moved closer, his tone casual but concerned. "Is father-in-law all right? Does he need more medical attention?"Rosalie snorted coldly. "He talks as if he's a doctor. What's your business here? You should hurry up and leave right now!"Margaret gritted her teeth and pointed a finger at him sharply. "Leave! Right this instant!"Elijah smiled bitterly. "Mother-in-law, am I not allowed to ask about father-in-law's health?""You!" Margaret's finger trembled with rage.Serena stepped in at that moment, her voice firm. "Where's the vehicle?"This was what worried her the most. The Silqon Fast Mercy wasn't something simple. It was a hypercar only seen on screens and never casually in a small place like Brooklyn Heights before.Elijah waved dismissively. "I dealt with it."She frowned deeply. "What do you mean by that?"Elijah kept waving it off. "It's not something you should worry about. It's a resolve

Elijah's expression turned grim after hearing what Margaret had referred to him as, but he simply let out a cold smile.Of course, he couldn't argue with her here or call out what she said as untrue—since the DiLaurentis family were keeping his position in the family hidden, especially from the ears of outsiders.Even Serena gave Elijah a sharp look as if to tell him to keep silent, since she knew how insolent he could be.Frank Allen's eyes widened in surprise and he nodded in understanding. Then he scoffed dismissively. "So he's nothing but a distant relative."Frank thought bitterly, 'Hmph! To think that it's just an ordinary distant relative, someone who doesn't even matter in the DiLaurentis family who's talking nonsense to me and calling me a scammer at every turn. I have to deal with this guy for being such a loudmouth. I just haven't found the right opening yet.'Rosalie quickly tried to smooth things over with a lovely smile. "Frank, you should always ignore Julius and any no

The three DiLaurentis women stared at each other in deep confusion, then back at Derek and his men, who were still on their knees with their foreheads pressed against the cold hospital floor.This made absolutely no sense.Not long ago, Derek Robinson had been a complete menace to them—threatening their lives, pressing knives to Serena's throat, crippling Carl without mercy. Who knows what would have happened if Mr. Jafari King hadn't shown up when he did?Serena was the most confused among them. She had witnessed firsthand what Derek and his men were capable of. They had never shown her mercy or given her face, not even once, so why now, after everything that had happened tonight?This had to be some kind of trick.She decided to be careful. She said cautiously, "There's nothing to forgive; I'm not holding any grudges."It wasn't really true—not after everything Derek and his men had done, but she had to play it safe for herself

Rosalie raised her hand high and cheered loudly, “Frank! Teach them a proper lesson! How dare they think they can touch us and go scot-free like that?”This emboldened Frank even further. He rushed at the other men still kneeling on the floor and began attacking them directly with wild swings of his fists and awkward kicks.He wasn't a fighter. He had never been in a real fight in his entire privileged life—so his attacks didn't pack much power at all. But since the men already had healing injuries and swollen faces from earlier, even his weak blows affected them to some extent.Still, they remained sorrowful and didn't dare retaliate. They knew their lives hung by a thread tonight. This apology had to be sincere, and it had to go through. They couldn't afford to mess this up.Serena frowned slightly as she watched Frank's behavior escalate. As much as she appreciated what he'd done for her family tonight, one still had to call someone to order wh