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Then, clenching his fists tightly, he watched Robert with stern eyes. "Leonora's behind bars. Heidi has abducted Clara and sent someone to try and snuff out her life. Who put you up to this?"

Robert shook his head in despair. "I wish I knew who it was, but I don't. The guy always wore a black cloak, sitting in a wheelchair with his face shrouded in mystery. He orchestrated everything. If I didn't comply, he threatened to wipe out my whole family. Please, I've told you everything. Just leave my family out of this."

He fell to his knees, begging pitifully.

lan kicked him aside, his voice icy with contempt. "Hand him over to the cops. We'll have Leonora re-interrogated and get her to spill the beans about Katherine's identity, as well as the secrets of the man behind the curtain.

But don't you worry, I won't lift a finger to save her. She's made her bed; now she can lie in it."

Then, he turned on his heel and walked away.

Edwin watched lan's forlorn figure retreat and felt a pang of sorrow.

He couldn't help but reflect, "It's tough on lan having a mother like that. We shouldn't drag him through the mud for her sins."

resolute. "I have a feeling this isn't as straightforward as it seems. There's got to be another layer of truth

and fathered a child, it would've been simple for the mighty Hayes family to nip the problem in the bud and send my mother abroad. Why go to the lengths of disfigurement, arson, and relentless pursuit over the years? Doesn't

think Katherine is onto Leonora's scheme and wanted to silence

to the Campbell family. But I doubt Leonora will come clean easily. To get to the bottom of this, we'll have to wait for my mother's memory to return." Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh

alone sent a wave of

- a reenactment of the traumatic event. Subjecting his mother to another fire could unlock her past, but at what cost? Such

secret buried in her memory, one that had

Robert, and handed it all to the authorities. The Hayes family warehouse fire and May's car accident were to be reinvestigated. lan left the ancestral

the door to Clara's room, he found her in agony,

was tenderly wiping her brow, his large hand caressing her

was lan's breaking

of restrained emotions surged forth, and tears cascaded down his cheeks, darkening

they'd been through, couldn't he and Clara simply live happily ever after? Why did fate insist on testing

if it meant sparing Clara

composed himself at the threshold