Since waking, Trinity had been drowning in a sea of despair, convinced her life was over.

Wanda only went as far as the doorway of Trinity’s ward. She watched Trinity from across the room, refusing to come any closer.

Wanda had always looked down on Trinity, and now, seeing her lying there, her disdain was laced with visceral disgust, as if she feared even breathing the same air.

For Trinity, seeing Wanda had been her last hope, a fragile lifeline. But when she caught that cold, disdainful look, whatever hope she had melted away. Tears came harder, and the last bit of her strength gave out.

“That’s enough,” Wanda snapped, her tone sharp and cold. “Stop crying and tell me what happened here.”

Trinity burst into tears and begged, “Wanda, you have to avenge me!”

Annoyance flickered across Wanda’s face as she took a seat near the doorway. Right on cue, the investigator Wanda had sent out earlier returned, holding his report.

Wanda glanced through the papers quickly before focusing on Trinity, who was propped up in the hospital bed. “So, it was your little lackey, Dylan, who betrayed and tricked you?” Wanda asked coldly. “There’s no need to worry. I’ll see to it that the Brewer family disappears from Ublento, and no one will dare spread talk about you being embarrassed like this.” Read full story at find?novel.net

With that, Wanda nodded as if to dismiss the matter and began heading out.

“Wait!” Trinity called out. “You’ve got it wrong! This isn’t on Dylan—it was Lilah! She set everything up!”

Wanda halted, turning back with a sharp scowl. “And who exactly is Lilah?”

Responding to Trinity’s plea, someone was sent to fetch Dylan, and both of them went over the entire situation from start to finish.

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Since being kicked out of Ublento Medical University and punished harshly at home, Dylan had turned into a bundle of nerves. Now, standing before Wanda, he was clearly terrified his next words might ruin his family.

“I never betrayed Trinity,” Dylan insisted, falling to his knees. “I locked Lilah in the bathroom and went to get the… stuff. I swear, I never let her out, and I didn’t send that message to trick Trinity into coming!”

Wanda looked down at him, unimpressed. “But Trinity still got a message from your phone.”

With his hands shaking, Dylan pleaded, “I don’t know how! Please, you have to trust me! I’d never do anything to hurt Trinity—there’s nothing for me to gain! Someone else is behind all this!”

He was telling the truth. There was nothing Dylan could gain from turning on Trinity—only trouble.

Wanda sat back down, her eyes sharp. “Then walk me through everything that happened.”

“It was Lilah, I’m sure of it!” Trinity said, her certainty obvious in her tone. “She’s been plotting this from the start!”

Dylan interjected to back her up, “Right! She must have figured out we were going to get her, so she set us up instead!”

A thoughtful look crossed Wanda’s face. The more she thought about it, the more it made sense. “So, Lilah is no pushover. She’s quite something else. What do you know about her background?”

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