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    “Darrell, assemble some guards and go with them,” Shepardmanded.


    Ernst and Dalton had been abducted as children before, and Brenna had also been lost as a child, so Shepard and Ableson prioritized their safety. The household guards were all skilled in self-defense.


    “Do you know where Rosie lives?” Brenna asked Ernst as they slid into the car.


    “Yeah. After Dad almost had that ident yesterday, I had someone find out,” Ernst said. He had already made up his mind—if Rosie was responsible, she would face the consequences.


    Brenna nodded, then said, “Someone tried to pour sulfuric acid on me today. Tommy saved me. Ethan was also attacked with it. He injured his arm; he’s in the hospital now.” The thought ignited her fury.


    Just then, her phone rang. It was Ethan calling. She quickly answered.


    “Are you home? You promised to call me when you got back safely,” Ethan said.


    After the day’s chaos, Ethan was worried about Brenna.


    Brenna briefed him on the recent troubles with the Harper family. Then she said, “I’m on my way to confront Rosie.”


    Ethan, who had just settled into the hospital bed, flung off the nket. “I’m going with you.”


    Ethan had finished his IV treatment and originally nned to head home that night. But both the doctor and nurse urged him to stay, and Elsa insisted as well.


    In the end, he agreed to remain in the hospital, though he had no interest in Elsa’spany. Her nonstop chatter wore him down more than the injury itself. Instead, he called Neville to take care of him.


    Neville helped him into his suit jacket, and together they left the hospital, heading to Rosie’s ce.


    Brenna had already been waiting at the entrance for a while when Ethan arrived.


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    As soon as Ethan stepped out of the car, Ernst caught sight of his wounded arm and frowned with concern. “How is your injury? Is it bad? Rosie is crossing the line, attacking many of us. Is she trying to kill us all?”


    Ethan responded calmly, “It’s not serious. I’ll be discharged in three days.”


    They headed to Rosie’s apartment together.


    Rosie was lying on the bed, mindlessly scrolling through her phone. Her screen was filled with one humiliating photo after another of her and Maxley—images she had tried, and failed, to erase from the inte.


    She felt frustrated. The thought of stepping outside made her stomach twist. For two days, she hadn’t left the apartment. Even grocery runs were handed off to Rachael. The idea of strangers staring at her, whispering, and mocking her was unbearable.


    Just then, the doorbell rang. Rachael went to answer it. Maxley nced toward the door. “Where’s security? Didn’t they say they’d handle the delivery and bring it in themselves?” His tone was clearly displeased.


    Then, Rachael’s voice rang out in rm. “What do you think you’re doing? Leave here right now!” Her scream followed immediately.


    “Who’s there?” Rosie called out, too afraid to move closer. If security had failed, whoever got in had to be skilled. Without thinking, she ducked behind Maxley for protection.


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