Roseline was discharged the very same day after assuring the doctors that nothing major had happened. A few stitches on her arm, a brief observation, and she was asked to leave.
By morning, she was already back at the Bennett Mansion.
Anna arrived shortly after breakfast.
The house looked exactly as it always did—polished, composed, untouched by chaos. Too untouched for a place where someone had supposedly been attacked just hours ago.
"I heard what happened," Anna said gently as she stepped closer. "How are you doing, Mom?"
Roseline looked up from the couch, her posture relaxed, her hair neatly arranged. If not for the white bandage wrapped around her arm, she could have passed for someone enjoying a perfectly normal morning.
"I'm fine," Roseline replied with a soft smile. "Honestly, it still feels unreal. I never imagined Ester would do something like that."
Her voice carried disbelief—carefully measured and convincing.
