The next day, Andrew and Francesca had just arrived at Moonlit Apothecary when Phantom Eye spoke up.

"Mr. Lloyd, someone caused trouble here last night. They even tried to set the place on fire!"

Andrew let out a cold chuckle. "Must've been Quinton's men, huh?"

Phantom Eye nodded. "That's right, it was that little coward, Shawn. He showed up with a few guys carrying gas cans, planning to burn the place down. But I caught them in the act and sent them running!"

Francesca fumed. "Phantom Eye, you should've taught them a real lesson."

Phantom Eye smirked. "No worries, Ms. Aicker. That Shawn punk already got a hole stabbed through his hand—he probably can't even hold anything now!"

Francesca scoffed. "Serves him right!"

Nyla looked at her curiously. "Dr. Aicker, you seem a little cranky today. Didn't sleep well last night?"

Francesca's face turned red as she stammered, "What? N-No way, Nyla, you're imagining things!"

Then, she shot a sharp glare at Andrew. It was all his