Things were far from over for Sara.
She had broken the core principles of the agency—an organization protected by powerful aristocrats and politicians. Their influence ran deep, and not even justice could touch them.
Not only did they manage to avoid prosecution, but they also counterattacked: they filed a defamation lawsuit against Sara, accusing her of lies and slander. As reparation for her "moral debt," they demanded her firstborn daughter. Only then, they claimed, would the offense be forgiven.
Of course, the Archers refused, denouncing it as slavery—and slavery, after all, was illegal.
The judge, however, imposed a heavy fine as compensation. The Archers paid it without hesitation. But the agency would not rest. The betrayal of a "perfect girl" could not go unanswered.
They waited patiently.
And when the time came—when Sara was finally ready to give birth via cesarean—one of the doctors assigned to her care was secretly a member of the agency.
Sara gave birth to beautiful twins, both identical to their father, Nick. One was a girl. The other, a boy.
But The Perfect Girls Agency never forgave.
And so, they took their revenge—by suffocating the baby girl in secret.
They knew nothing would happen to them. They were untouchable, shielded by the power of their benefactors.
Later, they made sure the message reached Sara: No one violates the sacred principles of the magnificent agency.
Nick and Sara responded to the tragedy in different ways.
Nick, aware of the agency's legal immunity, began planning his revenge with a cold, quiet rage. But Sara… Sara broke.
Her mind could not bear the weight of her daughter's death. Her soul shattered. And she was admitted to a psychiatric hospital for temporary treatment.
Nick never left her side.
He had to protect his beloved wife and their surviving child—their baby boy, whom they named Anthony.
Mr. Archer, meanwhile, took matters into his own hands. Drawing on old connections from his days in the lower class, he began to dig deep into the shadows of the agency. He would not sit still either.
Sara no longer wanted to live.
But the love Nick gave her—and the existence of her son—kept her tethered to this world.
—"It's okay, my love. Everything's going to be alright," Nick whispered, holding her close.
—"Nick… they killed our little girl… oh God…" Sara sobbed bitterly in his arms. "It was my fault… all my fault."
—"No, Sara. It wasn't your fault. None of this is your fault. You're just another victim."
She buried herself in his embrace, crying with a sorrow too great to name. She needed him. Desperately.
And Nick… he would never leave her.
Once she calmed down, he made a call.
—"Dad, do you have what I asked for?"
—"I do, son. I'm sending it all to you right now."
—"Thanks, Dad."
—"Just be careful."
—"Don't worry."
After ending the call, Nick met with the psychiatrist, who informed him of Sara's progress. She would soon be released.
Encouraged by the good news, Nick stepped outside.
The night had fallen—cold and deep. Darkness wrapped around him like a cloak.
And in his eyes… there was only one thing left:
Pure, consuming hate.