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That strange feeling in the air today hadn't faded since it began. Rose had the strange urge to find out where it came from. What would the result be?

She ignored Henrietta's frantic cries. Her gaze slid past her and fell on Carl. She asked once more, "What do you intend to do?"

"What do I intend to do?" Carl sneered and continued, "The Finches sent me here to a psychiatric facility."

He then chuckled. "Do I look insane to you?"

Rose was speechless.

Yes, very much so.

Carl's heart was filled with genuine hatred. Being sent to the psychiatric facility was Ezra's doing. Ezra clearly wanted him to experience what his mother, Nancy, had suffered back then.

During his time here, they injected him with drugs. He knew exactly what those drugs were doing to his body. It was the knowledge that filled him with terror. This was exactly what Ezra wanted. He even felt that he was mentally ill now. Hatred flared in his eyes. "No, I'm not sick. I don't have a mental illness! I don't have a mental illness! What do you think I intend to do after everything the Finches have done to me?"

Carl then squinted at the doctors and nurses behind Rose. He shouted, "You-all of you, get out! Leave now!"

The people behind Rose frowned but didn't move.

Carl's expression grew vicious. Out of nowhere, he pulled out a syringe. The sharp needle went straight for Henrietta's eye.

Henrietta screamed, terrified. Rose was shocked as well.

Fortunately, the needle stopped halfway toward her eye. However, Rose understood what he meant by this action. He was telling everyone that if they didn't follow his demands, he would do something crazy and hurt someone. Henrietta stared at the syringe which was filled with some kind of drug. Although it was all an act, a trace of real fear surfaced in her eyes. "Rose... I..."

She didn't tell Rose to leave again. Instead, she looked at Rose. Her eyes were filled with unmistakable fear.

However, the doctors and nurses behind Rose still didn't react. She glanced back, surprised. They were too calm.

"Please leave," requested Rose. They only seemed to react once she spoke. After a brief exchange of glances, one of them nodded, and the doctors and nurses finally exited the warehouse.

Henrietta and Carl watched this with a flicker of surprise, but their thoughts quickly shifted to excitement as they focused on Rose, now alone across from them.

She was here, alone. It was as if a lamb had walked straight into the lion's den. Taking her life would be easy.

Besides, her death would be caused by a "mental patient". There was nothing to be said about it even if anyone wanted to.

As for this "mental patient," Carl was nothing but a pawn. For the sake of Lizzie's wishes, he should accept his fate as a disposable piece.

As Henrietta thought of that, she couldn't help but say, "Rose..."

Her body trembled, and her voice quivered. However, she was secretly overjoyed.

"Henrietta, don't worry. He wouldn't dare hurt you," Rose reassured her.

Carl laughed. "Ms. Shaffer. No, that's not right. You're married to Jonathan now. I should call you Mrs. Finch.

"If you don't want me to hurt her, why don't you come over while she leaves?"

"No, Rose! Don't do it..."

Henrietta still played the role of someone unwilling to let Rose fall into danger. Rose frowned. It was clear now-Carl's target had been her all along. After a moment's contemplation, Rose didn't hesitate. "Fine."

"Rose!" Henrietta cried out. She would've laughed out loud in joy if it wasn't for Rose watching her.

That was great. Rose had agreed to take her place, and everything was unfolding exactly as Henrietta had hoped.

Carl laughed without reservation. "In that case, come on over!"

Rose took a step forward, then another, and another...

In the empty warehouse, her footsteps could be heard extremely clearly. It seemed to ring in everyone's ears and synched with everyone's heartbeats.

Finally, Rose was only a few steps away from Carl.

"All right. You can let her go now," Rose said as she stared Carl directly in the eyes.

Her gaze stirred some apprehension within Carl. She was just a woman. What was he afraid of? However, Rose had learned self-defense. Once he recalled that, his guard went up. "Come a little closer!"

Rose took a few more steps.

The closer she got, the more Carl's

caution grew. When she was close enough, he grabbed her wrist.

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Perhaps was his nerves or his eagerness to control her, but soon as he had Rose, he

immediately kicked Henrietta away.

Rose reacted swiftly upon seeing that Henrietta had escaped Carl's grasp. Before his other hand could reach her, she reversed her grip on his wrist and applied a lot of force. She then slammed him to the ground with a powerful

over-the-shoulder throw.

Henrietta and Carl were both stunned.

At that moment, a single thought ran through both of their minds-the plan couldn't fail today.

Meanwhile, someone paid close attention to a screen in a hidden room separated from the warehouse by a wall. The person was clutching a radio, but their tense grip gradually relaxed.

A trace of affection could be seen in their gaze, but the anxiousness returned.

On the screen, a glint of malice appeared in Henrietta's eyes.

Back in the warehouse, Henrietta's expression darkened. She hadn't expected that this Carl would allow Rose to throw him to the ground so easily. She silently cursed him.

In an instant, Henrietta let out a

startled cry. It seemed that Carl's hard kick caused her to stagger and lose her balance. At that moment, with a look of horror on her face, she tipped backward.

Behind her lay a pile of discarded medical equipment. Rose frowned.

Seeing Henrietta about to fall into the heap of scrap metal, Rose acted quickly, stepping forward to catch her.

"Rose..." Henrietta murmured, as if still in shock.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

She tried hard to appear grateful, but when she caught sight of Carl rising to his feet, she couldn't contain her excitement. Her smile twisted, losing its earlier "kindness".

It was a smile that sent chills down one's spine.

Rose frowned, sensing someone approaching from behind. She prepared to counter it, but before she could act, an arm circled her neck from behind.

"Thanks for making this easy, Ms. Young..."

Carl's laugh was evil, and Rose felt a chill run through her entire body.

Henrietta, who Rose had just kept from crashing into the metal pile, now dropped all pretense. A smile appeared on her face. It was different from all the smiles she had shown Rose in the past. That smile was unrestrained, evil, and triumphant...

Like a demon from the depths of hell, shedding its human mask and revealing its true nature at last.