Brenda stiffened and looked at Lana, her jaw tightening as her fists clenched at her sides.
She rembered the instructions the Almond family had given her.
Closing her eyes, she forced the words out. "If you don’t co back... the old lady won’t survive."
The mont those words left Brenda’s mouth, Lana’s gaze turned icy.
The old lady.
They weren’t talking about so blood-related grandmother, as those clichéd stories often did.
It was the Almond family’s old housekeeper... the woman who had practically raised Lana with her own hands.
Among that entire household, she had been the only one who had ever shown Lana genuine kindness.
In her previous life, that old lady had disappeared.
Back then, Lana had been too busy struggling to survive to pay much attention.
She had hired soone to investigate and was told that the old lady had been sent far away to live peacefully, that she was safe, and that she was even living with her children.
Trusting that information, Lana had eventually let it slip from her mind.
Now, hearing that the old housekeeper was still in the Almond family’s grasp, Lana’s fists tightened violently.
’Was the information from my past life even true?’ Doubt crept in, cold and sharp.
At the sa ti, she couldn’t understand the Almond family’s relentless obsession with strangling her existence.
In her previous life, perhaps they had rely been venting their resentnt, blaming her for Brenda’s suffering.
But in this life, Lana had already walked away. Logically speaking, only those three brothers should have been clinging to their hatred and making things difficult for her.
Yet this ti, even Mr. and Mrs. Almond were pushing things to such extres, sending Brenda to lure her back.
’That alone explains everything.’
The brothers would never stoop so low as to use Brenda as a pawn.
But Mr. and Mrs. Almond were different. They were calculating, scheming, and utterly shaless.
As these thoughts settled, Lana made a decision. There was sothing she didn’t know... sothing she had overlooked before.
In her previous life, she had missed far too many details.
Cassandra was the perfect example, a painful reminder of her past ignorance.
’This ti, I’ll uncover everything.’
Lana lifted her gaze to Brenda and smiled faintly. "If that’s the case, then I’ll visit the Almond family."
Brenda’s shoulders sagged in relief, a breath escaping her lips... but before she could fully relax, Lana’s eyes turned cold once more.
"If the old lady isn’t well," Lana continued evenly, "I’ll make sure every single mber of the Almond family suffers."
With that, she turned and walked away.
Seeing her retreating figure, Brenda hurriedly shouted, "The dinner invitation is for tonight! Eight o’clock, and rember to arrive on ti, otherwise you will regret it!"
Lana paused only for a second, and she replied with a light chuckle. "That decision isn’t in your hands."
As Lana left, all desire to carry out her mission drained from her heart. Yet she forced herself forward.
’There will always be people trying to trip up,’ she reminded herself. ’I can’t stop just because of them.’
Soon, she arrived at the mission location.
It was another well-known residential area.
Her brows furrowed the mont she recognized it.
"You’ve got to be kidding ," she muttered. It was the exact sa area where the Almond family lived.
Lana rubbed her temples, annoyance rising. "I really should’ve checked my almanac chart before leaving."
Mr. Crow fluttered down and patted her head sympathetically.
"Don’t stress yourself too much. I’m here," he reassured her. "If the Almond family goes too far, I’ll curse them."
Lana paused, then smiled softly. Sotis, it wasn’t misfortune that weighed a person down.
A single kind word, a bit of support from soone dear, was enough to lift the heaviness in her heart.
With that thought, she walked toward the residential area.
The guard at the entrance stopped her. Lana calmly presented her identification card, but unlike the others, this guard didn’t step aside.
Instead, he looked at her arrogantly. "You should leave."
"Are you acting on the master’s orders," Lana replied evenly, "or are you giving commands on your own?"
Her gaze sharpened. "Shouldn’t you at least confirm whether I’m a guest here?"
The guard rembered the instructions he had received and answered calmly,
"The mission issuer, our young master, had done it by mistake. You should leave imdiately."
Sothing felt deeply wrong.
"It would be wiser to let in," Lana said coolly. "I’ve accepted this mission. I have the authority to enter. Otherwise I will break in!"
As she spoke, she snapped her fingers. A yellow mystic light flickered at the tip of her index finger.
The guard burst into laughter, utterly fearless. "A healer?" he scoffed. "Do you think you can scare with that?"
Healers were rare, but not unheard of. And offending one was dangerous, yet this guard had grown arrogant over ti.
"I can’t make that decision," he continued smugly. "If you dare to break in, I’ll report you to the police."
Lana laughed lightly, about to respond... when the mansion doors suddenly flew open.
A sickly, frail young man rushed out, his face pale as paper.
The mont he saw Lana, his eyes lit up as though he had found his savior.
He grabbed her hand tightly. "Please," he begged desperately, "take away."
He imdiately hid behind her, his body trembling.
Lana froze.
She had imagined the mission issuer to be at least twenty or twenty-two years old.
The boy behind her was clearly no more than fourteen.
And from the terror etched into his expression, it was obvious that he was trapped in a situation far more dire than she had expected.
She gently urged the boy closer, her arm subtly shielding him as she turned toward the guard.
Her expression remained calm, almost indifferent, as though nothing out of the ordinary was happening.
"Then I’ll take my leave," she said lightly.
With that, she turned to walk away, the young man tightly gripping her sleeve.
Before they could take more than a step, the guard moved again, blocking their path.
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