Chapter 925

Mayra woke up drenched in sweat, her mind a blur as she stared at the room in front of her. She couldn't tell if she was dreaming as she distinctly remembered being at Haven Monastery with Beatrice. How did she end up back at the Barlow mansion? Was it just a dream? She glanced toward the floor-to-ceiling window. Outside, torrential rain poured down in relentless sheets. Mayra stepped barefoot on the soft carpet. The sensation beneath her feet was too real. It didn't feel like a dream. "What time is it?" she thought. The enormous mansion was eerily quiet, its vast halls illuminated by faint lighting but devoid of sound. The silence was so profound that it felt oppressive. A few minutes later, Mayra hurried downstairs. At the entryway, she hastily put on her shoes, ignoring Helen's pleas. "Ms. Sadler, it's pouring outside. Why not wait until tomorrow to go back? Stay here for the night. If you want to leave after that, Mr. Barlow won't say anything about it. It's too dangerous