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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.

were chaotic and fragmented, full of inconsistencies.

from her micro–expressions, it was evident that she was telling

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

trying to conceal

let it slip, but each time, she caught herself at the last moment.

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

this

discussion, they stepped out of the room.

sigh of

hypnotist with a warm and approachable appearance walked in, carrying a

a natural rhythm that drew people

was no exception. Within moments,

preliminary questions, the hypnotist took out a white A4 sheet from his

briefcase.

was densely printed

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Chapter 137

slender fingers lightly brushed the

see forne the once estat a te weakest. It wasn’t enough to steal their identity–she would also

remembered something.

was when the felt a few tiny red scars. She had turned on the light and saw that they

was likely behind them.

of someone like Marian while being lost out

when a soft knock sounded on the door, followed by a cold

just refused to subside vanished

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