Chapter 487

The last thing Felicia remembered before falling asleep was lying in bed. Yet, she awoke standing in the downstairs living room, with no memory of how she arrived there. Taking deep breaths, she forced herself to calm down.

Just then, Stanley returned with his men after patrolling the villa's perimeter. Seeing Felicia standing motionless, her face grim, he asked, "Ma'am, what's wrong?"

Felicia inquired, "You just returned from patrol? Did you see anyone nearby, or anyone carrying something like a bell?"

"No, not at all," Stanley replied honestly, shaking his head.

It was the answer she expected. Last night, she'd heard the same bell ringing at the Russell residence in Seldvale. It had startled her awake, but nothing else had occurred.

If someone were controlling this, they couldn't have been constantly by her side unnoticed. The Russell family's security was extremely tight, making infiltration impossible. Even if someone had entered, the incessant bell ringing would have alerted others.

Considering this, Felicia gathered the villa's maids and asked, "Did any of you hear a bell earlier?"

The maids exchanged confused glances before shaking their heads. No one had heard anything.

Felicia wondered if her anxiety and stress had pushed her to a breaking point. Honestly, anyone hearing her account would think she was crazy.

"It's fine. You can all return to your work," she said.

Felicia returned to her room, unable to sleep. Lying in bed, she stared blankly at the ceiling. In her past life, she'd already been imprisoned at this point. Those four hopeless years were filled with heartbreak and despair.

In this life, some trajectories had changed, others remained the same. New variables had emerged. Felicia thought of Roberta, Carmen, and her former self. If her death remained inevitable, would she still die four years hence?

She covered her face and laughed bitterly. If so, the bell—audible only to her—was a death knell.

"To hell with that," she muttered.

Felicia sat up abruptly. She refused to believe that, after surviving so much hardship, she'd suddenly developed a mental illness! If someone was playing tricks on her, she would find them, and exact her revenge!

Her gaze sharpened. She quickly changed clothes, grabbed Stanley, and headed out. Their first stop was a musical instrument store, hoping to find a bell matching the sound she'd heard.

To her surprise, the store held many bells of various shapes and sizes, but none matched the sound. Though she hadn't seen the bell's design, she recognized its sound, and none of these came close.

"Let's go to another shop," Felicia said, striding out.

Stanley scratched his head. "Ma'am, this is the twelfth store. What kind of bell are you looking for? There are so many types. Are none of them suitable?" He suspected she'd developed an interest in musical instruments, or perhaps wanted a decorative bell for the house.

Felicia ignored him, heading to the next shop. The result was the same—nothing. Disappointment washed over her. Perhaps she wasn't using the right approach.