After Beatrice Byrd left, Lucille Everard remained alone in her room.
Normally, she never considered such matters. She had always been alone, accomplishing everything by herself. She was used to this lifestyle.
Yet now someone unexpected had entered her world. She wanted to drive them away but couldn't bear to. The other person's personality was precisely the type she hated most.
Lina Riley was far too upright and honest—completely different from Lucille herself. Lucille was a liar, a madwoman.
She sighed. Gazing at the pitch-black night outside, she suddenly felt like taking a walk. Wandering aimlessly, she unknowingly arrived outside Lina's room.
Light spilled from the window, proving Lina was still awake. Lucille intended to leave, but her hand disobeyed and knocked on the door.
