On the day Felicia was taken, Myra hadn't seen what happened at the foot of the mountain. Afterward, the news of Clive's passing had consumed all her attention.
So now, the person outside claiming to be Felicia's friend and demanding to see the Fullers could only be Carmen. It had to be her.
After all, who else would care about Felicia's fate?
They were each other's only true friend.
A faint glimmer of mockery flashed in Kayla's eyes as she said, feigning nonchalance, "Grandpa's passing is such a big event, yet my sister hasn't shown up? Instead, she sends her friend to cause a scene? How inconsiderate of her..."
At this, Myra's expression darkened, her hands clenching into fists. Felicia's words from the mountain that day when she'd severed ties with her replayed in her mind.
What an ungrateful wrench.
Glaring at the servant, Myra snapped, "Get rid of her. Make sure she leaves, and don't let her disturb the family."
"Yes, Mrs. Fuller."
The maid moved to carry out the order, but Carmen refused to leave. She fought against the guards and maids, desperately trying to force her way inside.
In the end, she was driven out, pushed past the gates and onto the ground.
Standing outside the high estate walls, Carmen screamed, her voice raw with anger and desperation.
"Mr. Fuller! Mrs. Fuller! I'm Felicia's friend! She's been kidnapped—she's been missing for three days!"
Her cries echoed in the air, but the thick walls muffled the sound. It couldn't reach anyone inside.
Carmen's voice grew hoarse, her throat raw from shouting.
Finally, the gates opened.
A flicker of hope lit up in her eyes, only to be extinguished the moment Kayla emerged instead of the Fuller couple.
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