Olivia and Ghania both turned at once and looked at her arm. Ghania said, "So it was her—she even wrapped a tourniquet. Look at that, she's lost a lot of blood. I told you she comes snooping around for no good." Olivia glared at Wilona with a mean expression. "Spill it—what were you doing sneaking into our yard? What's your purpose?" Wilona got more confused with every accusation. Sneaking in? She'd knocked and come in properly! Harold tightened his grip, forcing Wilona to bend. "Pretty cocky, huh? You ran off, patched yourself up, and still had the nerve to come back?" Olivia sniffed. "That wound looks suspicious—did you come back to scam for the antidote?" Wilona groaned, her wrist and back aching from his hold, and protested, "What are you talking about? When did I ever sneak in?" Harold shoved harder, and she went down to her knees. "You still won't admit it? Look at the marks on your arm!" "What marks? That's just a scarf I use as an accessory! Let go—you're hurting me!" Olivia stepped forward, frowned, and yanked the scarf off her arm. Everyone fell silent. Ghania peered at it, puzzled. "Is that ... teeth marks?" She looked at Harold in disbelief. "Harold, that doesn't look right." Harold froze and loosened his grip without thinking. Wilona jumped up at the chance and scrambled to her feet. "What arrow wound? This is—"She hesitated, cheeks reddening. "I was bored, I bit myself." Olivia examined the scarf, leaned in, and checked closely. "There's no cut on the arm—this red isn't blood, it's the dye on the scarf." She also gave Wilona a once-over. "No other injuries." "It's the angle ... " Olivia looked at Wilona. "Can someone bite themselves and make teeth marks like that?" Wilona shot her a glare, then turned to Harold to explain, "Harold, this is a tie-dye scarf I love—the red is in the fabric, not blood! You've got it wrong. Please take the handcuffs off!" Harold frowned, irritated. This woman was causing trouble—he'd thought they'd nabbed a thief. Wilona, seeing him hesitate, wiped her eyes and lifted her bound hands to show pain. "Harold, my hands hurt so much!" Olivia sighed. "She's not the one. Let her go." Grudgingly, Harold mumbled, "Even if she's not, we can't rule out her involvement. Maybe she's an accomplice, came back to scout." Ghania added, still on guard, "She's always been sneaking around like she's up to something." Olivia gave Wilona a look. "They are probably not connected. If she were an accomplice, the skilled woman would've come—she wouldn't keep sending this one on useless errands." Harold thought it over. "True." Then, he said, "But even if she's not an accomplice, she must have some motive." By now, Wilona caught on to what was happening and quickly put on a wounded, wronged act. "Harold, you really have it wrong. I mean no harm—I just wanted to be friends."The handcuffs bit into her wrists; her hands were behind her back, and she felt humiliated, like a criminal. Her voice trembled. "Please—let me go." Harold hesitated a moment, then unlocked the cuffs. Still, the three of them watched her like hawks, ready to move if anything went wrong. Wilona rubbed her red wrists and was about to speak when Ghania cut her off, "If this was all a misunderstanding, then leave. Now." Wilona pretended not to hear and kept rubbing her wrists. She'd finally managed to get into this house after a month of trying—there's no way she was going to walk away now. Maybe she wouldn't get another chance. So she kept rubbing and forced a new topic. "Has someone broken into your place?" Ghania narrowed her eyes. "Why do you care?" Desperate to stay, Wilona lied, "Someone broke into our place, too. I came to warn you." Olivia blinked. "Your place got robbed?" Ghania stayed suspicious. "Then why didn't you say that earlier?" Wilona looked hurt. "You grabbed me and cuffed me—how was I supposed to tell you?" Ghania fixed her with a stare. "If your house was broken into, why'd you leave guarding it and come over here?" Wilona pouted. "Like I said—wanted to be friends. These days, no one survives on their own. If I saw someone with bad intent, of course, I'd warn the neighbors."