Olivia descended the stairs without a hint of hesitation, nor did she look back, heading straight outside.

Ryan stood upstairs, watching her. Despite the considerable distance between them, he couldn't discern the color of her face, but he felt as though she had drained of all blood.

As she walked away, she seemed like a weightless shadow, devoid of any trace of vitality.

Suddenly, Ryan felt a pang of anxiety. He wasn't sure how much impact his retaliatory actions, which he had considered satisfying, would have on her.

He watched her silhouette until she disappeared through the mansion's gates before speaking up, "Uncle Moss, arrange for someone to keep an...