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Chapter 137

When lan brought Yvonne back, Tinley had already been awake for nearly an hour.

The atmosphere in the Holmes family was unusually pleasant.

As he passed through the front yard, he caught sight of the silver–haired butler, delicately dabbing his eyes with a handkerchief, murmuring blessings under his breath.

Finding Marian, who had been missing for three years, and seeing Tinley’s health improving after three years of illness–it truly felt like divine intervention.

Noting the relief on the butler’s face, a flicker of joy flashed through Ian’s eyes. Unable to contain his excitement, he quickened his pace.

“Tinley’s awake?” Ian murmured.

Inside the room, Tinley had been sitting by the window ever since regaining consciousness, having taken a bath in between.

A blue vase nearby was filled with vibrant roses, their colors reflecting onto Tinley’s face, making her complexion look much better.

A laptop rested on the long rectangular wooden table before her, playing a recorded video.

The footage was shot from an interrogator’s perspective, showing only a young girl.

At first, the girl appeared extremely frightened and wary, resisting every question with a guarded expression.

Yet under the relentless pressure of a professional interrogator, she barely lasted five minutes.

and fragmented, full of

her micro–expressions, it was evident that she was

asked how she knew these things, she fell silent. Her face turned pale, then green,

was desperately trying to conceal the answer to that

each time, she caught herself at the last

someone with a weak will to hold onto a secret for so long, the weight

noticed this as

discussion, they stepped out of the

alone, the girl heaved a sigh of relief, her

and approachable appearance walked

natural rhythm that drew people into

exception. Within moments, her

questions, the hypnotist took

briefcase.

printed

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lightly brushed the thick stack of interrogation records, her gaze

personality like hers, reborn with over twenty years of life experience, would see forne the once estat a te

suddenly remembered

kissed Yvonne’s little hand. That was when the felt a few tiny red scars. She had turned on the light and saw that they were faded, white

likely behind

at the hands of someone like Marian while being lost

soft knock sounded on the door, followed by a cold voice from outside, that her anger dvigatel

just refused to subside vanished