The Daxon residence felt quiet that night. The large lights in the front yard were still on, but the atmosphere inside the house was far from lively. Only a few servants moved about quietly, keeping their distance as if they did not want to draw attention.

Claudia’s car entered the yard and stopped neatly. She got out with light steps, her face calm, as if she carried no burden at all. One of the servants approached.

“Good evening, Madam,” the servant greeted politely.

“Has Gevan returned?” Claudia asked as she walked inside.

“Not yet, Madam. Sir is still at the hospital,” the servant replied.

Claudia nodded. “Alright. I will wait...