Lost in her thoughts, Raegan tossed her phone aside and hid her face in her pillow. Dwelling on these things seemed to yield nothing. A sleep was in order.

Aurora.

In a well-lit, spacious living room.

A man of distinguished appearance sat leisurely on a couch, idly swirling a glass of red wine, and asked in a relaxed manner, “Is everything resolved?"

His assistant replied, “Yes, sir.

"And the blood test results?" the man, known as Davey Glyn, asked.

With due respect, the assistant presented a sealed document, saying, “Here you are, sir."

Davey set aside his wine, carefully opened the document, and perused its details. The blood test suggested Raegan was precisely Casey's daughter.

A cold smile appeared as Davey stood and disposed of the document in the shredder.

Following that, he unlocked a securely fastened iron door and entered a basement beneath the ground.

Despite being called a basement, the space was lavishly furnished, radiating luxury and grandeur.

Davey moved toward a bed where a woman, likely in her mid-thirties to early forties, was sleeping soundly. Her features were impeccably balanced, her eyelashes long and captivating, embodying the essence of serene beauty. She was such a beauty.

Davey gently tilted his head, tenderly kissed the woman on her forehead, and said softly, “Casey, your daughter is really blessed. Do you think I should end her life?"

In the room dominated by a grand bed, silk curtains of intricate designs and vivid colors danced lightly, a testament to Davey's eye for detail and depth of treasure for Casey.

Davey, with a gesture as tender as the morning light, tucked a loose strand of hair behind Casey's ear, his gaze heavy with unspoken affection.

Just then, a soft knock interrupted the quiet of the room.

"Come in," Davey invited.

Into the room stepped a woman, her vision framed by black glasses, dressed in the stark contrast of a white shirt and black pants. She was Jimena Hinks, entrusted with the health of the Glyn family as their private doctor.

Noticing Davey by the bed, Jimena offered a bow of respect and voiced her inquiry, "Mr. Glyn, should I administer acupuncture to her now or later?"

"Now," Davey stated with a calm that filled the room.