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    “Hazel paid someone to torch the Swain family home. Since the houses in Sunnydale are wooden and closely packed together, the entire vige quickly went up in mes. The fire department was alerted and is on their way.”


    Thiago’s voice sounded weak over the phone, clearly drained from the exhaustive investigation.


    Rhys frowned.


    “Sunnydale’s remote, but the dy in response seems excessive. What’s the current situation?”


    “Hazel used a signal blocker to cut off emergencymunications. It wasn’t until the fire spiraled out of control that someone from a nearby town managed to call for help,” Thiago exined.


    Harlee shut herptop. Her expression was steely, her eyes simmering with suppressed anger. Hazel had crossed the line, pushing her to her limit. The fate of the Wace family was sealed.


    Suddenly, Robbie called.


    “Harlee, Sunnydale is aze, and it’s severe. Patrick and I are still on our way.”


    “How long until you arrive?” Harlee’s voice was steady, ominously calm—a calm that those close to her knew was more daunting than overt rage. Tonight, disaster was inevitable for someone.


    “Half an hour,” Robbie replied, tension evident in his voice.


    “Update me in twenty minutes with a detailed report. Prioritize rescuing the townspeople,” Harleemanded firmly. Robbie acknowledged with a terse nod.


    “Yes.”


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    After ending the call, a look of resolve crossed Robbie’s face.


    “Patrick, drive faster! We can’t afford to bete!”


    Patrick, previously voicingints, now focused solely on the road ahead, pressing the elerator even harder.


    Meanwhile, Rhys took Harlee’s hand and gently kissed the back of it, his voice low and soothing.


    “The Swain family will be okay.”


    Harlee, unsure of where his confidence came from, found herself believing him—the Swain family would be okay. She quickly dialed Kareem, urging him to pressure the Winbrough fire department to reach Sunnydale within ten minutes. Then, she reopened herptop to ess the Wace Group’swork. The Wace family was on the brink of ruin.


    In Sunnydale, amidst the chaos of the fire, cries filled the air as vigers scrambled to douse the mes.


    “Virginia, crying won’t help. We’re the only college students here. We need to stay strong and protect everyone,” Ulises said, his fists clenched as he looked at Virginia, who was sitting on the ground, overwhelmed by fear.


    The fire grew more intense by the moment, engulfing the vige in panic.


    “I don’t know what to do,” Virginia stammered, holding her head, terror in her eyes. Her room had been the origin of the ze. Had it not been for the cries alerting her to the fire and someone pulling her from the crowd, she might not have escaped.


    “If you’re too scared, just stay here and wait. I’ll organize the vigers to fight the fire,” Ulises told her, understanding her paralysis. He knew her past experiences with school bullying had left emotional scars, but she had never faced a real threat to her life until now.


    Virginia stifled her sobs, her eyes fixed on her brother’s steadfast back as she whispered, “Ulises…”


    Virginia watched the vigers scatter in panic for what seemed like an eternity before she gathered her resolve. Standing firmly, she called out with all her might, “Don’t panic! Elderly, weak, sick, and disabled—follow me to safety! All able-bodied men, assist Ulises with fetching water to fight the fire!”


    Hearing her voice, Ulises nced back and nodded appreciatively before diving back into the rescue efforts.


    Emboldened, Virginia began leading the vulnerable vigers to safety, her initial panic giving way to a calm resolve.


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