Imogen clenched her fists, a chilling anger seizing her heart. She despised deceit and betrayal above all else, yet her betrayer was her only family member. The pain felt like a knife through her heart, leaving her raw. She yearned for vengeance, to tear Archie's murderer apart, no matter the cost. "Summon the others! Have them tie Felicia up and bring her to me!" she shouted, slamming her fist on the bed.

Johanna smirked inwardly, feigning fear. "Alright… I'll go… right now…"

Felicia slept soundly, dreaming of a faint bell, accompanied by ethereal chanting, emanating from a distant, ancient place. She awoke abruptly, relieved to find herself still in bed. Perhaps it was a fleeting dream, a residual effect of sleepwalking, or the bell had just begun to ring.

Clutching her chest, Felicia felt the cold sweat. What was happening? Frustration welled up; she hated situations beyond her control, especially when she lacked a starting point. She resolved to investigate upon returning home, determined to uncover the truth. She breathed deeply to calm herself.

A forceful pounding shattered the quiet. "Ms. Fuller, please come out!" Johanna's voice boomed from outside. Felicia knew the door's high-security rating—it could withstand an explosion. The soundproofing was impeccable.

Glancing at the clock—1:00 AM—she suspected foul play. After quickly dressing, she opened the door to find Johanna and a hostile group. Calmly, she asked, "What's the matter?"

Johanna sighed, relieved. Without Felicia's cooperation, they'd have needed explosives to breach the door, a task unthinkable on Stephan's bedroom. With a smirk, she gestured. "Tie her up and take her away!"

The Russell family's subordinates hesitated, but remembering Imogen's order, reluctantly approached Felicia with ropes. "We're sorry, Ms. Fuller," they mumbled.

As they moved closer, Felicia produced several silver needles. Then, a whirlwind of motion—Stanley—stormed in, delivering forceful slaps. A torrent of curses erupted. "How dare you lay a hand on Mrs. Russell? Are you all out of your minds? Do you want to die?"

Stanley's anger was palpable, his face contorted, yet his breath remained steady. His fury froze the group, silencing them with fear.