Mona took a deep breath and walked inside. She could not help but wonder if, had she been reborn a few years earlier, she might have saved her mother-just as Polly had survived after Beatrice and her mother were driven out of the family. Mona also wondered if Polly had discovered something in her past life that led to her death. Lost in thought, she walked numbly forward. When she reached the door, she relied on her memories to retrieve a key from a vase. Suddenly, she noticed a ck object wedged between the vase and the wall. Curiously, she picked it up. It was a phone covered in dust. After wiping it clean, she realized it looked like Emily''s phone. Mona''s eyes widened. After Emily''s ident, no one could find her phone. They had assumed it was lost in the crash, but now it seemed that Emily had not had the phone on her when the ident happened.


    The phone had fallen into a rather ingenious position, squeezed into a corner by the vase and the wall, protected from exposure to the elements.


    Mona wondered if she should take it back and get someone to repair it. Perhaps there was data inside that could lead to an unexpected discovery.


    With that thought, Mona put the phone into her pocket, took out the key, opened the door, and walked in


    She walked around the room, noticing traces of Emily''s life still there: skincare products on the dressing table, clothes in the wardrobe, and a painting on the wall alongside Emily''s design drafts.


    After looking around and finding no evidence, Mona saw that it was gettingte. She closed the door to the small cabin and returned to her room.


    As she headed upstairs, she happened to see Barbaraing out of her room. When she saw Mona, she smiled, a smug expression on her face.


    Mona did not want to deal with Barbara, so she pretended not to see her and walked toward her room. However, Barbara seemed determined to get in her way. Whenever Mona moved left, Barbara moved left; when she went right, Barbara followed. Already short-tempered, Mona grew annoyed after a couple of rounds of this. With a sharp voice, she asked, "Barbara, what are you doing?"


    Barbara nced toward the open study door and shed a malicious smile at Mona before quickly hiding it. Despite the smile vanishing, her eyes remained locked on Mona, full of intent.


    Mona, sensing that Barbara was scheming, grew wary. Barbara had always been the type to y dirty, pretending to be innocent while plotting something underhanded. Looking at where they stood near the staircase, Mona realized the danger. The spot was precarious, and she recalled how she''d fallen from there once before-she remembered the pain vividly.


    "Mona, it''s all my fault, Barbara said pitifully, though her eyes betrayed her smugness. "I shouldn''t havee home again or stolen Grandpa''s affection from you. Please don''t me me. I leave as soon as I say goodbye to Grandpa."


    Her words made it clear what she intended. Mona''s eyes darted to the staircase behind her-it was a fair distance to fall, and Barbara was nning to frame her. Barbara was putting in quite the effort to get her into trouble. When Barbara approached. Mona gritted her teeth and rolled down the stairs.Copyright N?v/el/Dra/ma.Org.


    Barbara watched in shock as Mona tumbled down, confused about how things had taken such an unexpected turn. She should be rolling down while Mona looked at her from above


    Before Barbara could process the situation further, Maxwell and Bernard walked out of the study. Maxwell had seen Mona roll down the stairs with his own eyes.


    Fear filled his heart. A gentle touch could hurt her; now, she was rolling down the stairs. How painful that was.


    Without a second thought for Bernard, Maxwell sprinted down the stairs. As he passed Barbara, he knocked her back, causing her to hit the handrail The impact was so painful that she almost cried. 96%%


    Mona rolled all the way from the second floor to the first, feeling as if every bone in her body had been through a trial. Her hand, still protecting Emily''s phone, pressed painfully against her side, adding to the agony. When she finally stopped, Mona felt dizzy, as if she might faint at any moment.


    Although she managed to avoid Barbara''s trap, she also got hurt


    It wasn''t worth it-winning the battle but losing the war.


    "Mona, are you alright?" Maxwell rushed over anxiously, lifting her into his arms and carrying her into the room.


    At the same time, he shouted, "Where are the helpers? Hurry up and call the doctor!"


    Mona looked up at Maxwell''s worried face as she was gently cradled in his arms. Hearing the tremor in his voice when he called for her, she wrapped her arms around his neck and sofily said, ''Don''t worry, I''m fine."


    "Mona, don''t talk right now. Just rest. How can you be fine after tumbling down such a high staircase?" Maxwell replied, his voice filled with concern.


    He kicked the door open and ced Mona on the bed, still shouting, "Where''s the doctor? Why isn''t the doctor here yet?" To ensure that Bernard''s health was monitored, the Clem family hired a family doctor in case anything unexpected happened.


    When the family heard that Mona had rolled down the stairs, they immediately rushed to her room.


    No one paid any attention to Barbara, who had been knocked into the stair railing by Maxwell, not even Bernard


    "The doctor is here! Hurry up and let him check on my sister!" Albert eximed anxiously.


    His sister looked frail, and after tumbling down such a high staircase, it seemed like she could be in serious danger.


    The family doctor entered and asked Mona where it hurt. She honestly replied that her side was sore and felt a bit dizzy. Her lower back was mostly bruised. It would be strange if it did not hurt. When Maxwell saw the condition of her lower back, he even forgot to breathe; it looked terrible.


    "Mona has a slight concussion. Fortunately, she did not injure any bones. She just has some minor injuries. She needs to apply medicine regrly, two to three times a day. It is best to apply pressure to the bruised areas to help them heal," the doctor exined. Maxwell thanked the doctor, took the medication he handed over, and ced it on Mona''s bedside.


    He looked at her with deep concern. She was a cause for worry; in such a short time, she had ended up in this state.


    After the doctor left, the entire family gathered in Mona''s room.


    Jane looked at the injuries on Mona''s back, feeling extremely heartbroken. She could not understand how she could have fallen like this and gotten hurt so ba