The first thing Victoria did after waking up from her coma was smile and ask Andrew to take her home. She told Andrew not to worry and to leave everything to fate.

Andrew did not say anything. However, he silently scoffed. 'Fate? I don't believe in that. I only believe in my own strength!'

The convoy of luxury cars rolled through the Peck residence gates. Miles and Liliana stood stiffly at the entrance, their faces tense.

The people arriving were some of the most influential figures in Blumedale, and any one of them was someone they would have to greet with full respect.

Among them was George, who stood silently at the back of the group, dressed in black and leaning on a cane. Freya held an umbrella over him to shield him from the drizzle, her expression calm and unreadable.

Andrew walked through the gates and said without looking back, "The rest of you don't need to come in. I don't want to disturb Victoria's rest. Just wait outside."

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