Chapter 61Myra's new home was a quaint cottage nestled at the edge of a quiet neighborhood. The exterior boasted a welcoming facade with a pastel blue door that complemented the soft beige walls. A neatly trimmed garden lined the path leading to the entrance, adorned with blooming flowers that added a touch of warmth to the scene.As Myra stepped into the house, a cozy ambiance enveloped her. The living room, painted in soothing earth tones, held a plush sofa and a rocking chair near the fireplace. Sunlight streamed through the lace curtains, casting a gentle glow on the hardwood floors. A subtle scent of lavender lingered in the air, hinting at the careful attention Myra had put into making this place a home.Moving towards the nursery, Myra cradled Allistar in her arms, his tiny breaths a lullaby in the quiet room. The cradle, adorned with delicate patterns, stood beside a window overlooking the backyard. Soft toys dangled from the mobile above, swaying gently in response to the br

Chapter 63The news of the explosion had shaken Myra to her core. Panic and worry etched across her face as she drove swiftly to Augustine's house, the tires screeching against the asphalt. Baby Allistar was secured in the car, nestled in the safety of her car seat, oblivious to the turmoil that awaited her mother.As Myra parked the car and stepped out, the ruins of Augustine's house loomed before her like a grim testament to the destruction that had unfolded. Smoke lingered in the air, and the remnants of what was once a home now lay in disarray. Myra's eyes were red from crying, her heart heavy with a sense of foreboding.What could possibly have caused this explosion? The question echoed in Myra's mind, and a haunting uncertainty lingered in the air. A thought flitted across her consciousness, a whisper of doubt. Could Aeron have been involved? The mere notion sent shivers down her spine, and she shook her head, vehemently refusing to believe that Aeron could be responsible for su

Chapter 65Myra sat at her desk, her fingers tapping away on her computer keyboard with a sense of purpose, desperately trying to push the events of yesterday out of her mind. But every so often, she couldn't help stealing glances at baby Allistar playing with her toys in the corner of the room. The sight brought a fleeting smile to Myra's face, but then her thoughts would inevitably drift back to Augustine, and her smile would fade. She sighed and leaned back in her seat, trying to relax but finding it impossible.The news of Augustine's death had been broken to them that morning, and the entire office was in chaos. Some were mourning his passing, while others worried about what would become of the company and their jobs now that the CEO was gone. Myra felt the weight of the loss, and her heart ached with grief."I blame you, Aeron," she muttered aloud, her voice barely above a whisper. "You took the life of the only friend I have."At that exact moment, she heard Aeron's voice in he

Chapter 67With a gasp, Myra jolted awake, her heart pounding against her ribcage, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. The echoes of the dream still lingered, the vivid imagery and tumultuous emotions clinging to her like a specter. She lay in the darkness, her mind reeling from the intensity of the nightmare that had seized her.A faint sound, like a distant murmur, reached her ears, drawing her attention away from the lingering nightmare. Myra slowly slid off her bed, her movements cautious as if navigating a realm between dream and wakefulness. The cool floor met the soles of her feet as she headed in the direction of the mysterious sound.Stopping by Baby Allistar's room, Myra couldn't resist the instinct to check on her. A sigh of relief escaped her as she found the child sleeping soundly in her bed. With a gentle touch, Myra ensured the door was securely locked, creating a barrier between her daughter and the uncertainties that lurked beyond.Armed with a vase, Myra continued to

Chapter 69Aeron's eyes flickered open to a harsh, sterile light, only to find himself restrained to a menacing machine in a dimly lit lab. Augustine stood before him, a wicked smile stretching across his face. The air hummed with an eerie tension as Augustine let out an evil laugh, resonating through the cold metal walls."It's time, Aeron," Augustine declared with a cruel glee, his voice dripping with malice. "Time to get rid of them." Aeron's muscles tensed as he strained against the restraints, desperation etched across his face. His powers, usually at his command, felt distant and elusive, leaving him powerless against the looming threat.Augustine's laughter cut through the room, mocking Aeron's futile attempts at freedom. The machine's cold embrace seemed unyielding, and with each struggle, Aeron's frustration intensified. Augustine circled him, reveling in the helplessness of his captive prey. "You really thought you could escape this, Aeron? Your struggles amuse me."As Aero