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Carefully, she starts tidying the bedroom without disrupting the arrangement of those strange objects. Until a few moments later, she feels a strange breezy softly blowing her beautiful hair.

It could just be the wind coming out from the bathroom with an unclosed window. But she thinks it is some kind of bad premonition.

Feeling eerie, she immediately gets out of the room while taking her phone out to make a call.

[Immanuel Chicote here!]

“Mr. Chicote! It’s me, Naomi Saunders!”

[My child! How is your father’s situation?”

“Um, could you come here, please? I don’t feel quite right about the situation in this house.”

[Sure! I’ll be right there!]

Not daring to be alone on that second floor, she hurries down to the kitchen to see the maids.

“Matilda! Could you make lemonade tea for me?” She politely asks before taking a seat.

“We've used all the lemons yesterday?” Matilda deplores. “It's something that Anastasia Nixon didn't like, and that Mr. Chicote used as a talisman to keep her away fro