Everyone, Michel, Andy, and especially Carlos made it clear from the beginning that leaving this house would be a dangerous mission that could kill her.

But despite that, maybe Gwen was right.


She's too insignificant to be a real threat to them anyway, so why is she sitting around like that?

While she remembers what happened the last time she left the house and when Michel killed a man right in front of her, she also suddenly realized that it wasn't really about her.

They targeted Michel. Not her.


She was insignificant, or as Michel would say she was just a nurse, a silly girl.

"I can help if you want." Gwen suddenly suggested, pulling her out of her thoughts.


"What?"

"Listen, I'm going to visit my sisters anyway, so I can release you right away."

Fanny took a second to think about this.

"What about Andy?"

"What about him?"

"He had to come and tell me..."

Gwen rolled her eyes again as if Fanny was boring her with all her stupid questions.

"I can tell Andy I've taken you home. They can still do all sorts of modifications if they want. We're not stopping them and they know where you're going. I'm just showing you. It's off to a good start because you seem so miserable sitting here."

Gwen stood up and straightened her skirt, running a hand through her hair.

She knew her plan had almost worked, so to secure the deal, she threw one last bait to Fanny.

Crossing her arms over her chest, Gwen jutted out one hip and gasped.

"If you don't want to..."

"Are not." Fanny shook her head immediately, standing up on her own, but looked a little unsteady.

"No, I want to." She repeated with a little more determination.

She needs to go.

And Gwen was right, she was heartbroken just sitting in her room waiting for someone to come and save her again.

But not this time.

No, this time she will solve the problem herself.

"When can we leave?"

---

Gwen was clear with her instructions to Fanny.

Don't tell anyone I'm doing this for you and be ready to go when I call you.

She gave Fanny a phone so Fanny could contact her and before Fanny knew it, Fanny was sitting beside her in the back seat of a black BMW.

The memory of sitting in the same model car with Michel flooded her mind, recalling how Michel had looked so close to death and how utterly terrified she had been.

She turned to look at Gwen, trying to distract herself from the sudden anxiety she was feeling.

Fanny didn't know what it was, but she suddenly felt scared.

Is it because it's all so fast?

Maybe because she hasn't even said goodbye to anyone yet? Not even with Andy?

Or maybe it's because she'll never see Michel again...

"Isn't this security guy going to say anything?" Fanny pointed at the driver.

Gwen just shrugged. Rude tone.

"Do not worry."

Just like the moment Fanny got into the car, Gwen's attitude completely changed, not even going back to the indifferent woman she had been with Fanny during their stay, but even more position.

But before Fanny realizes it, she slowly begins to notice the familiar streets and shops in her neighborhood.

Home.

She finally went home again.

---

Michel took another sip of his whiskey as he looked out over the French doors into the back garden.

He was standing in the living room, thoughts racing through his head as Charles approached him and tapped him on the shoulder.

"Carlos just told me that Gwen had left to visit her sisters."

Charles gave him a knowing look as if he wanted to make an important point.

Michel immediately understood what he meant when he said that.

"How long do we have?"

"Not sure, but she just left."

Michel quickly drank the rest of his drink and wiped his mouth from any excess alcohol.

"And where's Carlos?"

"I sent him to the tavern house," Charles confirmed, checking the time on his wristwatch.

Michel nodded.

"Good. Let's go." He agreed, and the two immediately went upstairs to search Gwen's belongings.

---

Meanwhile, Fanny hugged her father as he sobbed against her shoulder, feeling his fingers digging into her back.

He almost fainted when he suddenly saw her standing in front of their little house, looking healthy and peaceful.

"My daughter, I kept thinking I'd never see you again." Fanny's father cried as he squeezed her hand, smelling his daughter's scent that he had missed so much.

Fanny cried as she returned the hug, noticing how old and fragile he'd been since she last saw him.

Her father has lost significant weight while his hair is now completely gray.

She feels guilty because she knows he must have gone through the worst in his mind when she just disappeared four months ago.

"I'm here, Dad." She patted his back.

"I'm here right now."

Moments later, the two sat at the small kitchen table, eating the soup Fanny had prepared.

However, her father kept looking at her worriedly, questions weighing heavily on his mind since they started as soon as she appeared.

"And they just let you go? I don't understand. We need to call the police. We need..."

Fanny shook her head.

"No, Dad. We'll be really fine. I promise you. They've got what they need and they won't bother us anymore."

His eyes widened in shock.

"What do you mean, Fanny?"

"Father, please..."

They immediately stopped talking when interrupted by the jingle of keys and the sound of a door opening, followed by a Rosabella who didn't know her friend had returned, entering the house.

The girl was carrying groceries, seemingly struggling with heavy bags she dropped in shock as soon as she noticed Fanny's presence.

"Fanny." She cried out, pale as she watched the scene before her, watching her best friend jump from her seat to the table to lunge at her, immediately pulling her into Fanny's arms.

"Oh my god, you're here. You were..." Rosabella stammered, her own words cut off by the continuous sobs.