The layout and furnishings of the guest rooms in Seymour Mansion were all identical, even the bed sheets and covers were the exact same shade of white.

Larissa was momentarily confused. She felt as if she was in her old room where she had slept for over ten years.

Yvette was reclining on a bed that was placed in the center of the guest room.

Her sallow cheeks had sunken in more since the last time they'd met, and her complexion appeared jaundiced.

She was wearing an expensive silk nightgown, her long hair hanging loose.

In the dim light, she appeared even more haggard.

"Mom! Larissa is back!" Lana exclaimed happily.

Yvette's eyes welled up with tears.

"Larissa … " Her voice choked as she reached out her hand toward Larissa. "Come to me quickly so that I can take a look at you!"

However, Larissa stood rooted at the spot, afraid to approach her mother.

She was afraid that as soon as she came closer, Yvette would transform into the sinister monster who tormented her during