Erwin had finally returned home after three days in the hospital, his head mostly healed. After everything that had happened, I had told him to take time off, to rest—but, predictably, he refused. It didn't matter what chaos was unfolding; he never left my side for long. He looked around, his sharp eyes catching the unease that still lingered in the air. I filled him in on everything: my mother's actions, why I had been fighting, Gisselle's betrayal, and the guards' supposed excuse of their families being threatened. As soon as I mentioned that last part, Erwin scoffed. "Nobody with family is hired as security here," he confirmed. "They were lying to you." "Of course, I had already suspected that. It didn't change my plans, though. Did you do as I said, Erwin?" I said. "I finished loading the money and supplies into the car," he reported in his usual calm tone. Then, after a brief pause, he asked, "Are you planning on going somewhere, Young Master?" A slow smirk formed on my lip
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