Chapter 59

• Rosalina's POV
• ​​The cool night air rushes through the rolled-down window of my sedan, instantly washing away the heavy, suffocating scent of the Harrisford estate. I grip the steering wheel, a profound sense of lightness expanding in my chest as the tires hum against the dark asphalt. I had intentionally driven my own vehicle over to the ancestral residence tonight precisely for this reason—so that the exact moment the family day turned awkward or hostile, I could leave their presence at any time without needing to beg for a ride.
• ​As my car smoothly pulls out of the grand iron gates and cruises down the winding mountain road away from the estate, the adrenaline begins to fade, replaced by the cold, calculating focus of a lead strategist. A sudden thought flashes vividly through my mind, and I ease my foot off the accelerator.