“S-She is…”

Kaitlyn locked eyes with Renee, her gaze revealing an indescribable mix of pain and distress.

“Mom, don’t be afraid.” Renee rushed to embrace her mother, feeling the familiar softness of Kaitlyn’s hand.

But then Renee pulled back, studying Kaitlyn. There was no change—even the white hair by her temples remained the same.

“Renee, you are in danger. Run, quickly!”

“Mom?”

Kaitlyn’s smile remained, but her eyes turned frigid as if she had transformed into someone else. She stared at Renee with a sinister grin, her voice chilling. “Renee, what’s the matter?”

Renee let go suddenly, retreating several steps.

“Talk!” Kaitlyn closed in slowly. “So, did you follow me to find this place?”

“Mom, I…” An icy shiver shot down Renee’s spine, her skin prickling with goosebumps. “I was just worried. You hadn’t taken your medicine today, so I thought…”

lips twitched briefly before she resumed

when did you get this house? How come I

father handed it over!”

widening. It took a moment for the realization to

in touch

smile was eerie. “He transferred this old shack to my name while you were pretending to be Pamela Thompson. He wanted to silence me… Heh! That sly old fox tricked me! No one

stepped back, her back against the wall. A shiver crawled up her skin, and her blood

birthday is in two days. What

could not catch her

Kaitlyn was right—her birthday was approaching soon. Apart from her

confused about her mother’s situation. Right

heard

your explanation wasn’t clear the last time. Apart from dealing with Lena, who else needs close watching? Is there any other task

Kaitlyn shouted into the phone,

house! Also, you visit it occasionally, but no one

at

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