Chapter 77. Midnight Talk

PEONY CRIMSON’S POV

I closed the book in a muffled 'bam!' sound, then placed it on the table. Though I almost called it off, I forced myself to go back to the library as soon as Rose, Jasmine and Violet recovered.

"It's as if someone kidnapped Violet's true self and replaced it with her current one. She's so different. What should I do?" I asked Gloria.

The spine of the book she was reading stood facing me. Her face was concealed from sight.

I massaged the bridge of my nose. I thought back to this morning when Violet reiterated that she wouldn't back out of the magic class Azalea had promised. Despite her persistence, she was still my daughter.

I scratched my hair.

"It's not a good idea to do too many experiments on her, right? I'm sure it's because of how I feel. What other option do I have?"

The surroundings fell into silence. At this level, silence was a friend. I frowned. I'd been babbling for the past half hour but hadn't heard Gloria's response at all.

"Do you hear me?"

I ran