"Grandmother, I'm not feeling well. I'm going to go back to my room to rest," Alice said to the Old Madam, forcing a smile. She couldn't take it anymore.
Given the circumstances, the Old Madam felt it was best not to make her stay and agreed. "Then you should get some rest."
"Yes." Alice stood up, said her goodbyes to everyone, and left.
Rosalind Reginald watched Alice's retreating figure, a slight frown creasing her brow. 'How is Alice staying at the Ancient Keep? Why would Damian agree to it?'
Back in her room, Alice let out a hysterical scream. Fortunately, the room was well soundproofed; otherwise, her gentle and graceful image would have been utterly shattered.
The moment Alice thought of the intimate couple in the living room, she wanted to smash everything in sight. But this wasn't her turf, and being impulsive would only ruin her plans.
After a while, Alice slowly reined in the furious hatred surging within her, took out her phone, and dialed a number.
