New york city

Judith's POV,

It was well past 1 a.m. when I finally arrived in New York, after a grueling journey that lasted over fifteen hours. The flight, and the anxiety of what was to come, had left me feeling completely exhausted. My head throbbed with a dull ache as if my brain had run a marathon, sorting out my strategy for seeking revenge on Victoria and Maxwell.

Despite the exhaustion weighing down my limbs, the strength of my resolve pushed me to rise from my seat and step off the plane. I moved slowly, my body protesting the sudden activity after so many hours of sitting still,

The moment I stepped off the plane, I saw my father's driver waiting for me. The thought of returning home to the comfort of my bed was enough to propel me forward, despite my tired muscles and throbbing head.

As I approached, the driver smiled broadly, clearly happy to see me. "It's wonderful to see you again, Miss Judith," he said, reaching out to take my bags.

"Thank you," I returned his greeting with a small