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Chapter 756:

“Mr. Daniels, aren’t you already aware that Marissa and I are siblings?” Kevin asked.

“But you’re not true siblings. You are not related by blood,” Connor retorted. “As far as I am concerned, Marissa hasn’t seen you since she was four years old. It puzzles me how she can still remember someone from her earliest years. Most people lose their early memories as they age, yet Marissa recalls you and has been on a quest to find you all this time. I’m deeply curious about what you both experienced back then that made such an indelible mark on her.”

Kevin’s expression clouded with displeasure. “Does this have anything to do with your divorce from her?”

“It certainly does,” Connor declared. “I need to understand the true nature of your relationship with her to assess whether you’re fit to be acknowledged as my family and whether I can speak openly with you.”

With that, Connor gave Kevin a chilling look. “How do I know that you don’t harbor ulterior motives towards Marissa? Maybe you want us to get a divorce soon so you can chase her yourself.”

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together in the refugee camp in BIO Grein. When Kevin finished that part of the story, his eyes brimmed with tears as he continued, “Before Marissa was taken away by those men in suits, I always believed she was my biological sister. Despite her looking different from everyone in BIO Grein, I had no doubts. I did have a biological sister once, but on the day she was born, there was a nearby explosion. She was killed immediately and buried under the rubble. I was only four years old at the time. My family was shattered, and we refused to leave the ruins. Following a heavy rain, we heard a baby’s cry emanating from the debris. We traced

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and I firmly believed this baby was my sister, returned to us

of Marissa’s early life. The thought of her as an infant, lying alone

danger, his heart ached even more

wanted to take her back to their peaceful country, I felt a mix of happiness and sadness, and I was incredibly conflicted. I wanted her to return to her biological parents and live in a peaceful country, but the thought of being separated from her tore at me. I was terrified that without me there to protect her, she might face bullying. Another nearby explosion made up my mind for me. I encouraged her to go back to her biological parents. Regardless of anything, it had to be better than remaining with me in a country where our lives were constantly at risk. Yet, after she was taken away, I regretted it every single day. I hadn’t even verified whether what those people told me was true before I let my sister go. What if they had harmed her? All these years, I had been thinking about her, vowing every day

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