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The phone barely rang once before she answered. "Linda," Dean said, his voice tense with urgency. "What do you mean? What else did they say?" There was a pause on the other end, followed by Linda’s cautious, weary voice. "They claimed that when they saw your parents’ bodies… there were two other people at the scene." Dean clenched the phone tighter. "Who?" "One of them," Linda continued slowly, "was a tall, muscular man. The other… was a young woman. She looked surprisingly formal—dressed in a sharp, tailored outfit. They didn’t recognize her, but she seemed to be in charge."

Marvin remembered—this unfortunate little reporter was already in the late stages of cancer. He hadn’t known at first, but one day he accidentally came across her diagnosis. That’s when he realized—when she said she was dying, she meant it. This cunning, sharp-tongued girl—Linda—had messed with him more than once, but once he learned she had no family, no friends, just a young woman trying to survive in Elfhedge, and now struck with a terminal illness… his heart softened. He’d even offered to pay for her treatment, connect her with the best doctors in the country.

I shrug. “I’m happy that the both of you are alive.” he squeezes my shoulder, I pat his hand. “Are you coming to Mum’s funeral?” I ask. “Yes, absolutely. She was a wonderful woman and a superb cook.” he smiles wistfully. I yawn. “You should really get some rest, Lily. I’ll keep you updated” He turns my wheelchair around and takes me to my room. I sigh. “Yes, boss.” Doctor Johns startles me awake. “Good morning, Lily. Sorry to wake you. I’ve come to do the last check and to give you some good news. You can go home.”

MARE I wouldn’t be anywhere else. My chest constricts as I recall the reason I’m here. Pippa’s mom, Linda, suddenly passed away two days ago, taking everybody by surprise. She’d been in perfect health—or so we’d thought. Turns out, her heart wasn’t in good condition. The night before last she went to bed and just never woke up.

And she blew air into her face, like magic, her eyes shut and she fell off the chair. “Yes!” Roy screamed. “We got her.” “Gimme a high five.” “This is it.” They laughed. Linda was laying on the bed with the small portrait of Albert on her chest, she was not staring at it but had her gaze on the ceiling, but in her thoughts was on her late husband and the life, that is thereafter. And her life now and that of the family. She sighed. Turning to her side. That was when she saw her phone ringing. She had placed it on silent, so she doesn’t get disturbed by the ringing tone.

Monica practically bounced to the door and ushered a woman inside. "Dad, I want you to meet someone," she said brightly. "This is Linda Calcraft. I ran into some trouble at work a while back, and she really helped me out. I invited her over today so I could properly thank her." I looked at her carefully It was her. Linda. The woman who had died alongside me in my previous life. She appeared to be in her mid-40s, wearing a tasteful dress that complemented her elegant, refined presence. She'd clearly taken good care of herself over the years.

Linda’s POV I was now by the wall, sitting on the wall while my back lay against it. I was invested, I wanted to know more about this complicated person. Kirby wet her lips and nodded to herself before continuing her story, “And then we finally did. I got pregnant and it felt like a miracle. In fact, it was. But things took a turn.” “But that’s life,” She whispered this part to herself, pain flashing in her eyes. “Gabriel was supposed to fly to another state for work but I learned the next day that his plane had crashed and he died.”

“It’s your wedding anniversary, Mr. Henry, Mrs. Myers. As such, I won’t intrude any longer. North, let’s go.” North followed behind him. Suddenly, she seemed to think of something and turned around. She blinked and said, “Stepmother, do you like this anniversary present?” Linda’s throat constricted, and her face was livid. In the end, she fainted right behind Melinda. “Linda? Linda!” “Don’t panic, Mr. Henry. Quick, send Mrs. Myers to the hospital…” “What about the wedding anniversary today? Is it still on?” “How is it supposed to go on? Mrs. Myers has fainted. Besides, would you dare stay? Aren’t you afraid of offending Mr. Gerald?”

I had expected the Mister of the home to ask what had brought us by beginning the conversation, but it appeared Mrs Groban embodied many roles and was also the conversation starter. “What can we do for you guys?” She asked with a sweet smile. It was strange. “Uh… we wanted to find out how Linda is. We haven't seen her in a long while, and we thought we'd check on her.” “That’s so sweet,” Mrs Groban said, her palm to her chest like she was shocked. “Thank you. But too bad, she's not here. She's currently on a world tour.” My brow shot up. I caught sight of Landon from my peripheral vision, and he looked like he was about to speak. I shook my head at him and continued.

I don’t know why, but a warmth spread through my chest. Did Adrian prepare this for me? The next morning, another scream shattered the manor’s quiet. Linda was dead. She lay at the bottom of the staircase, her neck twisted at a grotesque angle, her eyes wide with terror and disbelief. 【System Alert: Linda died from "Player Sabotage"—pushed down the stairs.】 "What? Player sabotage?" I stared in shock at the only two survivors left. Jake and Emma, the seemingly harmless college couple. Jake had a classic boy-next-door look—blond hair, blue eyes, and a shy smile. Emma was a sweet-looking girl with a chestnut ponytail and freckles, like someone straight out of a Disney movie.