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Chapter 87 Shadows of Dusk

Chapter 87 Shadows of Dusk

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As the sum dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the sprawling Dean estate, Samantha quietly

slipped away from her tasks to

prepare dinner for Finley. She knew he might be weary after his long discussions with Edmond and wanted to

offer him a moment of solace.

Daphne watched in silent admiration as Samantha deftly managed every task with unwavering dedication, her

respect for Samantha growing with each passing moment.

With the meal carefully prepared, Samantha carried it to Finley's room, her heart filled with hope that the

evening might bring speace to his troubled mind. But as soon as she entered. Finley's voice, sharp and cold,

cut through the air. "Get out!" Samantha paused, stunned by the unexpected harshness. "Finley, what's wrong?

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Before she could finish, Finley swatted the tray from her hands, the food crashing to the floor in a chaotic mess.

"| told you to leave! Can't you hear me?"

The room fell into a tense silence as Samantha tried to make sense of his sudden fury. She had no idea what had

triggered this outburst, but she knew better than to challenge him further.

"Alright, I'm leaving. Please don't be angry," she said softly, gathering the shattered pieces of dinnerware before

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retreating from the room.

Daphne was waiting in the hallway, concern etched on her face. "Mrs. Dean, what happened?"

"I don't know," Samantha replied, shaking her head, her voice tinged with frustration and confusion. "Finley

suddenly got very angry. | don't know what | did to upset him. Daphne, he hasn't eaten yet. Could you please

send another meal to him?" With that, Samantha turned away, her arms full of broken dishes, her heart heavy

with unanswered questions.

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Daphne watched her go with a sympathetic sigh. "What a mess," she muttered under her breath.

For days afterward, Samantha saw no sign of Finley. Each attempt to visit was met with a closed door, and all her

efforts seemed futile. Her only comfort was the stolen glances from afar, where she watched him, yearning for

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Chapter 87 Shadows of Dusk

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tension, unraveling the fragile peace they once had.

Two weeks passed, and the shadows deepened around Finley's life. Samantha had left the villa three days

earlier, descending from the mountain to a distant town. Her boss had called with urgent

news: the antidote was finally ready, but the dosage remained uncertain. Determined to save Finley, Samantha

had drawn the poison from his body and spent those three grueling days testing the antidote on herself at her

boss' home.

Samantha endured unimaginable

suffering, her body wracked with pain

as she teetered on the edge of

consciousness, countless times

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wavered Khally, after three

agonizing days, she managed to

prepare the antidote successfully.

Clutching the precious vial,

Samantha returned to Dean

Residence, her boss by her side. As

she entered the house, Daphne's

cries pierced the silence, a wail of

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"Mr. Dean! Don't scare me! Mr. Dean, wake up... Old Mr. Dean hasn't returned yet. How could you go like this, Mr.

Dean? Please wake up!"

Samantha's steps faltered, her heart

pounding with dread. The Sigh of

Finley, mofiprjessioh fo bed,

dFaihed her of all strength, her legs

nearly buckling beneath her. "Finley..."

Somehow, she reached his side, her

trembling hand clutching the

antidote. Tears welloddy her eyés as

she gergiopa he still form, willing

him to hear her words. "I'm back, she

whispered, her voice choked with

emotion. "Finley, I'm back. Look, I've

brought the antidote for you. This..."

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