Chapter 13- Intruders

The officer remained silent, her expression slightly softening as she watched Esme wrestle with her emotions.

"I understand this is difficult, Ms. Esme, but please try to remain calm. Your lawyers will arrive soon, and they'll be able to assist you with these accusations."

Esme stopped pacing and turned to face the officer, her eyes glistening with a mix of anger and desperation. "I can't just sit here and wait. Every minute I'm in this cell, my reputation is being destroyed. I need to clear this up now."

"Sorry, Ms. Esme, but we can't help you at all," the senior officer said, her tone final. She turned around, leaving Esme to stew in her turmoil. The officer knew that if she stayed any longer, she risked being engulfed by the fire of Esme's anger.

"What..." Esme's voice faltered as she watched the officer's retreating back, her face contorted with a mixture of disbelief and frustration. Her expression grew more extravagant, almost theatrical, as the reality of her situation sank in. She reached out instinctively, her fingers brushing against the cold metal bars.

"Ugh," she gasped, recoiling from the bars as if they had burned her. She shook her hand in reflex, a grimace twisting her features. But then, as if a switch had been flipped, a slow, almost sinister smile crept across her face. Her eyes turned cold and calculating, the fire of her earlier anger now replaced with an icy resolve.

She turned away from the bars, her movements deliberate and controlled, and walked back to the narrow bed in the corner of the prison cell. Each step was measured, her posture straightening with an air of defiance. She sank onto the bed, her hands resting on her knees as she stared at the gray walls, her mind working furiously.

Esme's face hardened, her jaw set with determination. She had always thrived under pressure, and this situation, as dire as it seemed, would be no different.

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If she wanted, Esme could easily escape this prison on her own, but...

"Not now..." she murmured, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. She leaned against the cold, damp wall, her eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and curiosity. Esme was eager to see what more her beloved family would attempt. She knew them too well—their patterns of deceit and treachery were all too predictable.

She sighed, a breathy laugh escaping her lips as she recalled their past antics: first, the murder that had shocked the community, then the corruption that had seeped into every crevice of their lives, and even the audacious impersonations they had pulled off to maintain their facade of respectability.

'Let's see what more amusing things you will do,' she thought, her eyes narrowing as she envisioned their next moves.

Esme's fingers traced the rough texture of the stone wall, grounding herself in the present moment. Her heart pounded with a strange mix of excitement and anticipation. Each plot twist her family concocted only served to entertain her more. She had seen their darkest sides and survived their cruelest schemes. Now, she would be the silent observer, watching from the shadows as their carefully woven lies unraveled.

Her smile widened, a hint of mischief dancing in her eyes. She stood tall, stretching her arms above her head, feeling the tension ease from her muscles. With every passing second, her resolve strengthened. She would let them play their game a little longer, delighting in their desperate attempts to maintain control.

Esme's eyes flicked towards the small window high up on the prison wall, where a sliver of moonlight spilled into the cell.

It illuminated her face, highlighting the determination etched into her features. She knew that when the time was right, she would break free and reveal their treachery to the world.

Until then, she would savor every moment of their performance, relishing the drama and chaos they so foolishly believed they could control.

With a final, resolute smile, Esme settled back into the shadows, ready to watch the next act unfold.

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Soon, the surrounding fell silent. The muffled noises from beyond her cell walls faded away, leaving only the stillness of the night.

Esme leaned back against the rough stone, her body sagging with exhaustion. She closed her eyes, feeling the weight of her fatigue pull her under. It had been so long since she had allowed herself to rest.

The heavy toll of recent events pressed upon her. After Beom's injury, she had expended so much of her energy to heal him.

The effort had drained her reserves, leaving her feeling hollow and spent. Despite the cold, a warmth spread through her limbs, a sign that sleep was finally claiming her.

Esme's breathing slowed, her chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. Her face, usually marked by alertness and calculation, softened.

Her brows unfurrowed, and the lines of tension smoothed away as she drifted deeper into sleep.

Her lips, which had held a wry smile moments ago, now parted slightly, a picture of tranquility.

Her mind, which had been racing with thoughts of her family's schemes and her own plans, quieted.

Images of Beom flickered in her subconscious—his pain, the determination in his eyes as he fought to stay alive, and her desperate attempts to heal him.

The memories were a blur, mingling with dreams as she sank further into the depths of sleep.

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As only half an hour had passed, Esme, who was sleeping soundly, stirred slightly. Her body, though exhausted, remained alert, attuned to the slightest disturbances. Suddenly, she felt a presence nearby.

A hand moved towards her face, but before it could get close, Esme's eyes snapped open.

Instinctively, she flipped on the bed with the agility of a trained fighter. In one fluid motion, she stood and prepared to strike. Her leg swung in a powerful kick aimed at the intruder's head.

The adrenaline surged through her veins, heightening her senses and sharpening her movements.

Just as her kick was about to land, a voice pierced the tension-filled air.

"Brother!" another person interrupted, stepping swiftly between Esme and her target.

The voice was familiar, grounding Esme and pulling her back to reality. She halted her kick mid-air, the momentum causing her to wobble slightly.

Her foot stopped just two centimeters from the person's face. The shock of recognition rippled through her, and she lowered her leg slowly, her eyes narrowing as she assessed the situation.

Her breathing was heavy, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she regained her composure. The room, which had moments before been a battleground, now felt strangely calm.

Esme's muscles remained tense, ready to spring into action if necessary, but her mind raced to process the unexpected intrusion.

The person who had called out stood firm, a protective stance between her and the initial intruder.

The dim light cast shadows on their faces, but the concern in their eyes was clear. Esme's heart pounded in her chest, the rush of adrenaline slowly ebbing away as she took in the scene.

"Explain yourselves," she demanded, her voice steady but laced with the lingering edge of her earlier alarm. Her eyes darted between the two figures, searching for any sign of deception or threat.

The person in front of her, the one who had called out, took a cautious step forward, their hands raised in a gesture of peace.