Chapter 87: The Shattering of the Curse

**Thelma Zane’s Perspective** Panic coursed through me. The sudden announcement of Carolyn’s supposed illness was unexpected and could spell disaster for our carefully laid plans. Had the witch somehow discovered the southern Duke’s cooperation with us? Was this a test, a trap to expose his true intentions? If nothing suspicious happened to him, he would need to play the role of a concerned and loving father, rushing to his daughter’s side. However, this posed a significant risk: Dorothy’s incantation was still incomplete. If the Duke abandoned the ritual now, all our efforts would be for nothing. Worse, the witch would likely tighten her grip, leaving no room for independent action. “Oh! Carolyn!” the southern Duke exclaimed, leaping to his feet with the urgency of a father in distress. “Take me to her immediately!” His voice was rich with concern, and his expression mirrored the part he was playing. Yet, his movements betrayed no haste, no sign of panic. He remained steady as