Almost out of habit, she glanced at her phone, discovering that

Eleanor's arrest was the hottest buzz on the Internet.

With a smile, she set her phone aside, stretched her arm to her waist, and rose from the bed to freshen up.

On the other hand, Selina, Deanna, and Debora sat down for breakfast, their eyes fixated on the shocking news.

“Selina, so Eleanor isn't just a mistress, but also a murderer?" Deanna gasped, her eyes wide with disbelief.

Selina shared the same sentiment, utterly taken aback by the revelation. She never anticipated that Eleanor would be capable of such heinous acts.

Just then, her phone rang, a call from her mother.

Signaling to Debora, she excused herself to answer the phone, stepping aside for privacy.

“Mom.”

“Selina, have you heard about what happened to Eleanor? She's in the detention center and she wants to see you. Her mother pleaded with me. After all, she's your cousin. Please Lend her a hand.”

Her mother wanted her to assist Eleanor?

Selina furrowed her brows. Although she didn't think she needed to help

Eleanor, she was curious about the latter's motives for seeking her out.

After thoughtful consideration, she agreed. Following breakfast, she arranged for the driver to take her to the detention center.

Eleanor's appearance had undergone a drastic change overnight.

Her hair was disheveled, her complexion pallid, and her eyes filled with terror and anxiety.

Spotting Selina's entrance, she hurriedly approached, reaching out for Selina's hand.

"Selina, please help me! Get me out of here! This place is unbearable!"

Eleanor pleaded, her voice laden with desperation

Selina's brows furrowed as she swiftly withdrew her hand, retrieving a tissue to wipe away any lingering contact.

“Calm down. Take a seat first."

Eleanor obediently settled into a chair, her eyes fixated on Selina, clinging to her as her Last lifeline.