"Forget it. I'm not getting involved, but I'll tell you this—I have no problem if you want to be nice to Lily, but you can't do it behind my back!"

Maryanne felt uncertain, sensing something amiss. Terence chuckled softly, offering a brief explanation before ending the call. He instinctively wanted to contact Rowan, but realized Rowan hadn't provided his number—only a business card, which was at home, not the office. Given their superficial connection, Rowan's assistance for Lily was unlikely due to any obligation to him. He should find a way to meet with Rowan.

Rowan had only taken Hayden for high-speed drives for two treatments. Perhaps deep-seated memories were being triggered, but Hayden had been unwell lately, often waking from nightmares. This had disrupted Lily's sleep for days, yet she persevered in caring for him. Rowan sent her a location for the third treatment, asking her to drive Hayden there: a racetrack on the outskirts of town. Had she not known Rowan was a doctor, she might have suspected his "treatment" was a game. However, she had no choice but to trust him. Early that morning, she drove Hayden to the racetrack.

The usually bustling racetrack was deserted, likely due to its early opening time. She led Hayden inside, where numerous race cars filled the lot, the air thrumming with latent energy. Just as she felt lost, she heard someone call her name. She saw Rowan, in black sportswear, holding a helmet, waving from the stands.

"Come up here!"

Lily quickly ascended the steps with Hayden and reached Rowan.

"Dr. Blackwood, are we watching a race?"

Rowan shook his head. "What race? This is his treatment. I've booked the entire place. You'll just watch for now."

"Do I need to do anything?" She'd grown accustomed to his unconventional methods, so she didn't question him excessively, but she wanted to help.

"Can you drive a race car?" he asked.

She paused, shaking her head.

"Just watch, then. I've got help." Rowan began bandaging his hands, then pointed to protective gear. "Help him put this on." Lily complied, her gaze drifting to the racetrack. The cost of even one race here was tens of thousands; the cost of booking the entire place was staggering. Noticing her concern, Rowan patted his chest confidently. "Don't worry, I'll ensure Hayden's safety. Look, my top-tier help has arrived."

He whistled towards the entrance.

Lily glanced past him; Xavier stood there, in a pristine white tracksuit, the white softening his sharp features. He held a white and blue helmet, his tall, handsome figure striking. Nevertheless, she had no intention of admiring him. As soon as she recognized him, her brow furrowed. "Why him?"

"What about it?"

Imogen smiled cruelly, tightening her grip on the bloodstained knife. Step by step, she approached Johanna.

"I really hate being deceived. Don't worry. Your Archie is already gone. Next, I'll send you to join him in hell. How about that?"

Johanna initially thought Imogen had lost her mind. Completely lost it.

"Why did you kill Archie? You vicious woman! How could you be so heartless? How could you kill him?"

Johanna felt her own grasp on reality slipping. She'd watched helplessly as Archie died, unable to intervene. Unbearable grief and rage spun her head.

"I'll make you pay for this!" she screamed, lunging at Imogen without thinking.

A fierce brawl erupted. During their struggle, the bloodstained knife must have cut one of their arms, as fresh blood dripped onto the floor. Imogen dominated the fight. Or rather, the moment Johanna had attacked Caleb, Imogen's murderous intent became unrestrained. One should never underestimate a mother's strength in battle! Anyone who dared to target her child deserved no mercy! Soon, Imogen pinned Johanna to the ground.

Weaponless, Johanna was weakening, but her fury remained. Her eyes bloodshot, her mouth open, she lunged at Imogen, hoping to maim her. The impact staggered Imogen, catching her off guard. Johanna seized the opportunity, biting Imogen's calf.

Before she could bite further, Imogen's subordinates intervened, kicking Johanna several yards away. She coughed up blood as she crashed to the ground.

Stanley helped Imogen up. "Ms. Russell, are you alright?"

"I'm fine." Imogen shook her head.

Since Archie received the seal, Stanley and the others had guarded the outside, but Imogen repeatedly stopped their intervention, insisting on handling things herself. Stanley had been anxious, fearing things might go wrong, but too afraid to defy her. Finally, unable to restrain himself, he rushed to help.

Imogen glanced at Archie's body and then at Johanna, spitting blood in the distance. A sense of satisfaction washed over her. She'd finally had her revenge.

Imogen stood and said to Stanley, "I'll leave this mess to you. Deal with it as you see fit."

"Understood," Stanley replied.

Ignoring Johanna, Imogen limped away. She showered for two hours in a guest room before changing and heading to the nursery. She'd anticipated this day and made arrangements. The maids had been dismissed and stationed outside the nursery, guarding little Caleb.

The child was well-behaved, asleep, sweet and innocent, unaware of the chaos. Imogen dismissed the maids. Once alone, her legs gave way, and she collapsed, covering her face with her hands. Tears flowed.

Imogen made no sound, crying quietly for a long time. Eventually, she looked at Caleb in his cradle, her voice hoarse. "Caleb, I think I'm a bad woman and a bad mother…" Caleb slept soundly, his breathing even, his face soft and beautiful, clean and pure, utterly innocent.