All Her Secrets By Chestnut

Chapter 693 The Sender

After a few minutes, Marshall finally caught his breath. He stared at his student, Ciaran, with a mix of sadness and frustration. Ciaran had been in his lab the longest, almost like a son to him. However, Marshall didn’t expect that Ciaran was the one stealing lab data. He wouldn’t have believed this if it hadn’t been for Marshall catching it on the spot.

“Why, Ciaran? Tell me.” Marshall’s voice choked as he struggled to get the words out.

Ciaran kept his head low and remained silent. It wasn’t until pushed that he responded. He said, “Professor Hartley, please don’t ask anymore. Just hand me over to the procuratorate.”

Marshall was furious and slammed his favorite coffee mug on the table. “Why can’t you tell me your troubles? I’m your teacher. I can help you. Don’t you trust me?”

As the standoff lingered, Catherine, who sat nearby, said casually yet assertively, “It’s not about trust. It’s about the hidden agenda from the start.

Her words instantly drew their attention. Marshall looked at Catherine in confusion while Ciaran was shocked. He couldn’t believe it, let alone confront it. He wondered how Catherine knew. Then he thought he must be overthinking things.

But Catherine’s following words plunged him into despair before Ciaran could fathom it. “Ciaran, you were born in Bateny, Rexinheim. You moved to Eskana at three. You are Rexinish, right?”

Catherine looked up and stared at Ciaran with her sharp gaze, leaving no room for evasion. The silent Ciaran was now utterly rattled.

After hearing Catherine’s words, Marshall finally grasped the truth. He looked at Ciaran in disbelief. His lips trembled as he struggled to speak. He asked, “So, were you approaching me with an ulterior motive from the start?”

not think further. “My God!

hid his identity for so

endured for years. Why expose yourself now? Are you willing to

easily be cleared. She held the data and could transfer it

long silence, Ciaran finally lifted his head after hearing Catherine’s words. His eyes were filled

risk. After all, Ciaran had been undercover by Marshall’s side for so many years.

pondered for a while before finally asking the burning question. He asked, “Previously, it was also your doing, and you framed Catherine,

data, but I never intended to frame Catherine. Someone manipulated the

It’s not my doing!”

identity. Unexpectedly, someone took advantage and pinned it on Catherine. Ciaran’s organization exploited it and

sure if his once-favorite student was

he wasn’t the one responsible for

and was surprised by the complexity of the situation. “Catherine, should we keep investigating?” He couldn’t rest until he found the person behind Catherine’s

over to Lorcan. I’ll handle the rest,” Catherine

was stirring the pot behind the scenes. His aim wasn’t the research

matter settled, Catherine

from the wall, stood up promptly to meet her. “Catherine,

“Follow me.”

Ronin didn’t

wake you when we’re there,”

Catherine decided to let him take a break. Even just 15 minutes of quality sleep could greatly relieve his