Felicia fell silent, then burst out laughing. Some apologies were meaningless; they could neither erase the past nor heal the wounds of the hurt. She wasn't interested in deciphering Dexter's apology, replying flatly, "Anything else?"

"Wait, don't hang up! Your mother and I want to see you. Where are you, Licia? Would you consider moving back home?" Dexter pleaded.

Felicia was incredulous. Was she hearing correctly?

Dexter remained oblivious to how desperate he sounded. "Licia, please give us another chance. Let us make it up to you."

Felicia cursed them and hung up.

Myra's expression darkened upon learning of the call's abrupt end. "See? We've already compromised, and she's still ungrateful! She's clearly holding a grudge!" She almost smashed the landlord's phone, which he quickly retrieved, slamming the door shut.

On the way home, Myra grumbled, "What a waste of time, running around in the middle of the night! We said all the right things, yet she couldn't care less! That ungrateful girl! How could she be our daughter? I'm starting to think she's a curse sent to make me miserable! What did I do to deserve this? Why does fate torment me like this?"

She felt deeply wronged. Time and again, she'd tried to mend their relationship, but Felicia always refused. How could she not be angry?

After venting, Myra realized Dexter had been silent. She glanced at him. "Why aren't you saying anything? Do you think I'm wrong, too?"

Dexter stopped, shaking his head.

"Then why are you…" Myra asked, confused.

Dexter sighed. "I had a vivid dream before I woke up. It felt so real, as if it had actually happened."

He recounted the dream: Felicia's return, the favoritism shown to Kayla, the false accusations, the faked death, the implication of Felicia's guilt, and finally, their driving her out and allowing Arnold to imprison her, where she suffered unspeakable torment. He recounted every detail.

Myra listened intently. The vividness of his description struck her. "Impossible! There's no way I'd ever allow that to happen. She's still my daughter. How could I stand by and watch her die?"

He shook his head. "But what if that dream was real? Or… what if it happened in a past life?"