Chapter Seventy-Six

Tension enveloped the grand abode of Harriet, casting a heavy atmosphere in the air.

The once elegant and tranquil atmosphere now crackled with the intense animosity between Violet and Alexander, as if even the walls themselves recoiled from the tangible hostility saturating the space.

Violet stood resolute in the grand foyer, her eyes ablaze with determination, as Alexander met her gaze with a mixture of anger and frustration.

"Stay away from my wife, Violet. She's just suffered the loss of her child and doesn't need to be entangled in anything related to Red Saint."

"Camilla is already vulnerable, and introducing her to the truth about Red Saint will only push her further into despair," his tone laden with caution.

Violet's eyes narrowed, her hands clenched into fists at her sides.

"Do you really think I'm the one leading her into despair? No, Alexander. It's your web of deceit that's smothering her, ensnaring her in a false reality."

Violet turned her attention to Harriet, whose ex