Two days later, Marina Evert received a call from her mother, Rhiannon. "Marina, do you have some time right now? You need to come home."
Marina feigned ignorance. "Is something going on?"
Rhiannon clearly didn't want to elaborate over the phone. "There's just a bit of a situation."
"Alright, I'll head back right now."
Marina quickly wrapped up her work at the office and drove back to the Evert estate.
When she walked in, the entire family was seated in the living room in complete silence. The atmosphere was heavy and suffocating. Her grandparents wore dark, stormy expressions. Phoebe sat right beside Grandma Evert, dressed in a flowing white gown with her dark hair cascading down her back. She looked every bit the fragile, obedient victim. She glanced up at Marina for a split second before quickly dropping her gaze.
"What's going on?" Marina asked, acting surprised.
Aunt Charlotte's face was ice-cold. "Marina, how exactly did my Phoebe offend you? Don't you think your actions are a little too vicious? Are you trying to kill her?"
"We haven't even investigated the situation properly," Rhiannon argued back. "How can you be so sure my Marina did this?"
"If it wasn't her, then who? Us?" Mr. Evert retorted sharply.
Rhiannon didn't dare talk back to the family elders. Though she was boiling with indignation, she kept her mouth shut.
"Since Marina is back," Jude interjected, trying to keep the peace, "let's just ask her what happened first."
Trevor Evert, Marina's third uncle, pushed something across the coffee table. "Marina, what is this?"
Marina stared at the small, black, button-like object resting on the glass. She furrowed her brow. "I've never seen that before in my life."
"You've never seen it?" Aunt Charlotte sneered. "This little gadget is the reason the dogs have been howling every night. You purposely came home late before, trying to divert everyone's attention so we'd think the dogs were barking at you. The noise finally stopped for a few days, but the moment you came back home two days ago, they started barking all over again! Multiple times a night!"
Charlotte took a breath, glaring at her. "Thank God your grandmother realized something was off and had the kennels inspected. That's where we found this!"
"What exactly is your endgame here?" Charlotte demanded. "You know perfectly well that Phoebe struggles with her sleep. Are you trying to torture her to death? How can someone so young be so deeply malicious?"


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