Chapter 241: A Bouquet of Hyacinths

Eleanor's POV

I sat in the armchair by the hospital window, a calculated distance from the nauseating performance unfolding at Dorian’s bedside. Belladonna, that shameless harlot, peeled an apple with the precision of a seasoned seductress, her garish red-lacquered nails clashing absurdly against t...

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