Felicia feigned just the right amount of surprise and concern before suggesting, "In that case, why don't we head to the scene, Sebastian?"

The rescue team worked diligently at the beach near Cedar Street. A crane loomed over the water, its engine humming loudly as onlookers gathered behind police tape—some genuinely concerned, others merely curious. As Felicia stepped from the car, the rescue team's shouts rang out:

"We've located the vehicle! Confirming position!" "Divers, secure the car underwater! Crane team, standby!" "Three, two, one—crane, lift!"

The crane lifted the submerged Rolls-Royce with a mechanical groan. Water poured from every crevice; the license plate confirmed it was the Fuller family's missing car. Sebastian, beside Felicia, frowned and instinctively shielded her view. "Enough. You shouldn't be looking at this. It's not for the faint of heart."

"If I were faint-hearted, I wouldn't have come," she replied, gently pushing his hand aside. Her eyes remained fixed on the scene.

As the waterlogged vehicle was lowered onto the ground, the driver's shadowy figure became visible. Mina, waiting anxiously, broke down completely upon seeing the lifeless form. "Ruben! Ruben!"

Sobbing uncontrollably, she tried to reach the vehicle, but officers restrained her. "Madam, please stay calm. The forensic team will examine the scene shortly. We can't disturb the evidence before they've finished," an officer explained, his voice steady.

Mina's wails escalated into hysterical screams. The sight of Ruben's lifeless body drained her strength. She clutched her chest, gasped for air, then collapsed.

"Is the ambulance here? Quickly, get her on a stretcher!"

Officers lifted Mina onto a stretcher and rushed her to the ambulance. Felicia turned from the chaos. "Let's go home, Sebastian." Sebastian nodded. "Good idea."

By the time they reached the Fuller residence, it was well past 1:00 p.m. The maids, learning neither sibling had eaten, quickly reheated the dishes and brought them to the dining table. However, as Sebastian sat down, his face paled. The image of Ruben's lifeless body flashed in his mind, and he rushed to the restroom, shocking the maids.

Felicia shook her head. "Prepare some plain noodle soup instead. Keep it light."

"Alright, Ms. Felicia," the maid replied, clearing the table and heading to the kitchen.

Later, Sebastian returned, his complexion still pale. Felicia handed him a small glass bottle. "Smell this," she said.

He inhaled the soothing mint scent, easing the nausea. Gradually, his color returned. Feeling embarrassed, he offered an awkward smile. "Do you think I'm weak, Felicia? Getting sick over something like that?"

Felicia shook her head. "It's not about weakness. Some people have a physiological response to such things—it's natural, nothing to be ashamed of."

She thought, Honestly, it's better this way. If everyone could stay as calm as Kayla, who doesn't even flinch when taking a life, that would be terrifying.

By mid-afternoon, Dexter and Myra returned home, having heard about the incident.