Deirdre must not be allowed to return alive!

Emily dialed a phone number, her eyes filled with malice, and gave her instructions. "Handle this matter discreetly, ensuring that no one discovers it, especially Ryker Wight."

That lunatic... He had personally unearthed Deirdre's grave, attempting to prove that she hadn't died. Over the past four years, he had become increasingly insane, so it wouldn't be surprising if news of Deirdre's survival had reached him.

As Emily pondered this in her heart, she heard a shattering sound. She quickly turned and saw a 4-year-old boy standing at the door, carrying a backpack and stepping on broken fragments.

Emily breathed a sigh of relief. "Sean, why did you come back home so early today?"

The boy's appearance resembled a combination of Brendan and Deirdre, with similar eyebrows, eyes, and nose. Because of his young age, he looked like a fragile paper doll, but his eyes seemed hollow.

He remained silent, but Emily wasn't bothered by it.

The boy