Chapter 1065

This looked like a letter written in blood.

Connor could read every word, but none of it made sense to him.

"What is this?" he asked, frowning.

Chloe took a breath. "Remember how I told you I suspected Grant before I disappeared? I'd actually been in that basement prison once. My mentor secretly slipped this note into my coat pocket, but later, Amelia hypnotized me, and I lost all memory of what happened. When I found this note later, I had no idea what it meant. I was scared to say anything and only suspected my friend. But now, I finally remember everything."

"My mentor wanted me to give this to Jeffery."

Kash was still confused. He didn't know much about the long-standing feud between the Ballard and Sartori families. But yesterday, he'd learned about Grant's true identity from Chloe.

Grant was the last heir of the Grevenberg family. His goal was to get revenge for what happened to his family. And the person he blamed was Jeffery.

Yesterday, Kash had found all those graves on the hillside, which proved Grant really was a Grevenberg. After going home that night, Kash dove into researching the massacre that had wiped out the Grevenbergs fifty years ago.

passed, and there were hardly any records left. All he could dig

Sartori family had destroyed the Grevenbergs. People pointed out that after the massacre, the Sartoris rose to power almost overnight, taking the Grevenbergs' place among

he'd

guessing anymore. Let's go see

butler, Jeffery spent almost all day in

went to his study door. The butler had already let Jeffery know they were coming, so the door was

anyway, just to be

practicing calligraphy. He didn't even

in."

inside

with brushes, ink, and lines of poetry written in beautiful script. The walls displayed verses about

then Jeffery was writing from an old poem: "The pipes wail in the wind as we part at dusk; you head for

thinking

his brush and looked up. "You wanted

waste time. "Jeffery, I have something for you.

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