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Mrs. Olsen spoke in an agitated jumble, pointing at the phone as she burst into tears.

Taylor was slightly taken aback, put down his phone, and patted her back. “The person in the video is completely unrecognizable; it might not be her, so don’t get worked up. I’ll help you check!”

“Good, hurry up…”

Mrs. Olsen urged Taylor, pushing him toward the door.

Taylor furrowed his brow and stepped outside.

Mrs. Olsen thought it over and felt that given Taylor’s capabilities, he might not be able to identify the girl, especially since she was wearing a cap and a mask.

Her daughter had clearly returned but didn’t acknowledge her… It must be because Keira knew that the murderer was somewhere nearby!

Mrs. Olsen clenched her fist and reached for her own

phone from the nightstand.

She opened WhatsApp, where she added Uncle Olsen two days prior.

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Having kept a low profile over the years, she didn’t have much power to protect herself in Oceanion, so even though she never wanted to see Sam again, she could still prioritize what was more urgent.

She sent a message to Sam. “Can you do me a favor?”

Sam replied instantly. “Consider it done. What do you

need?”

Looking at those words, Mrs. Olsen paused for a

moment.

She pursed her lips with a mix of emotions.

She had buried the past deep in her heart and never wanted anything to do with him again in this lifetime, but for her daughter…

Mrs. Olsen took a deep breath and began to type slowly. “I’ve got some information about my daughter, and I’d like to ask you to help me…”

While she was typing, the door to the room suddenly opened.

Mrs. Olsen was slightly startled and looked up to see Taylor walking in.

Mrs. Olsen casually asked. “Tavlor did you find

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anything?”

he said, “I’ve had people look into it. Shirley,

stopped mid-sentence and looked at Mrs. Olsen’s phone. “Who

Taylor and didn’t hide anything. She handed him her phone, “I thought our combined influence might not be enough, so I wanted to ask Sam for help, given that

Keira’s life.”

intending to continue typing. “With him stepping in, we

spoken when suddenly her

from her

her phone, his eyes filled with sorrow.

sensing that Taylor’s emotions

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said, “Taylor, that’s not what I meant. It’s just that someone wants to kill Keira, and

down by her bed, his gaze filled with sadness. “After Sam helps you find Keira and sees Keira’s face, which looks so much like her mother’s, he’d immediately

silent for a moment, then laughed bitterly. “I won’t go

actions. Once he knows about

to speak hesitantly.

of security and took his hand. “I’m not the young woman I once

you’re overthinking it…”

“I’m not!”

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like a fairy,. You’re unattainably, and I can’t even touch you! The way Sam looked at you that day was the same; he has remained single all these

brows and clenched her

tightly.

Taylor couldn’t help but want to cry. “Shirley, I want to ask you a question.”

said gently, “Go

me touch you, in my heart, you’re my wife, and I love you more than myself.

was

emotional response from you, that just being with you would make me happy… But the heart is reassuring. Shirley, tell me, over all

bit loved me?”

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at this age. Why bother to talk about whether we love each other

or not?”

All these years, my love for you has never decreased by a fraction. I’ve always felt that it’s fine to continue living like this.

paced around the room restlessly. “But everything changed when Sam arrived! Shirley, you changed! Ever since you woke up last time, you’ve been often staring out the window in a daze, looking at your phone, wanting to call Sam!

him didn’t have a hint of hatred. That intense

next moment!!”

and he trembled nervously.

encountered a

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is him. Do you still want to tell him that Keira is his daughter? Shirley, I have protected you for 22 years, 4 months, and 3 days. Haven’t all these