Larissa ended the call and tossed the phone back to Finley.
“Since that’s your choice,” she said with a knowing smile, “I hope you don’t regret it.”
Finley was about to say he wouldn’t when Larissa suddenly asked, “How is Leopold?”
Surprised that she would ask about him, Finley quickly replied, “He still hasn’t woken up.” He then asked, confused, “What did you do to him when you snuck into his room that day?”
This time, Larissa didn’t hide it. “Nothing much. I just made sure he was awake.”
Finley stared. “Awake? You mean you already woke him up? Then why is he still in a coma?”
“Because I only woke up his mind,” Larissa explained. “His body is still paralyzed.”
“What’s the point of doing that?”
Finley didn’t believe she would do something like that for no reason.
Larissa smiled enigmatically. “You want to know my purpose? When I finally decide to remove the needle from his head and let him wake up for good, you can ask him yourself.”
...
After hanging up, Honora stared at her swollen face in the vanity mirror, her eyes gleaming. Her poison could be cured! Her beauty could be restored!
Just then, her phone rang. Seeing it was Vivica, she let it ring for a few moments before answering.
“Mom.”

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