A heavy weight settled in Liza''s chest. If it weren''t for her, those servants wouldn''t have died.


    "I''ve arranged a car outside," Lara said. "The driver will take you to Fermin. Just make sure he never finds out


    I sheltered you. Otherwise, Mrs. Houston and I will both be in trouble."


    Liza didn''t want to cause Debra any more problems. She agreed without hesitation.


    Outside, the driver was already waiting.


    Lara stood at the doorway, watching as Liza left. The worried expression on her face slowly faded.


    Stepping back into the house, she surveyed the wreckage around her. The thick, metallic scent of blood filled the air, but she didn''t seem to mind. Instead, she casually sank onto the couch, picking up a ss of wine.


    After a moment, she stood up and walked over to a vintage record yer. She ced a new record onto the turntable, letting elegant music flow through the room.


    She hummed along and began to waltz. Her arms moved as if she were holding someone close, her steps light and fluid.


    From the basement, figures in ck cloaks emerged, moving swiftly to clean up the blood and bodies.


    By the time the final note yed, the room was spotless.


    All the bodies had been dragged back into the underground chamber where filth and secrets piled up, unseen by the world.


    Late at night, Fermin stood outside the Jovial Hotel, a cigarette between his fingers.


    He took a deep drag and flicked the half-burnt cigarette onto the ground. No one was with him.


    Liza stepped out of the car and ran toward him. Only then did his cold, unreadable expression soften.


    "Fermin." She threw herself into his arms but caught the scent of blood on him.


    It was the same thick smell as in the Sharp Mansion.


    She thought Fermin would be mad and question her, but he only said, "Let''s go home."


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    In the past, he would have cracked jokes, but tonight, there was only silence.


    His eyes stayed locked on the road, his mind reying an earlier scene. In the lobby of the Jovial Hotel, his men bade farewell to him and shot themselves dead.


    "Are you mad at me for running off?" Liza asked tentatively.


    Fermin snapped out of his thoughts and reached out to ruffle her hair. He said quietly, "No. It''s my own problem."


    "Did you kill a lot of people tonight?" she pressed.