Chapter 226
- A faint scar adorned her arm, a lingering reminder that had faded to a pale white hue but stubbornly refused to vanish completely, remaining prominently visible.
- Clara Beacham felt a chill run down her spine at the mention of a "cut wrist," prompting her to suggest, "Let's head to the room and investigate."
- Mrs. Mom graciously opened the door at the end of the corridor, announcing, "This is Madam's quarters."