No Strings Attached

The handwriting was all too familiar. When Clara was a child, Katherine had taught both her and Brodie to write, and this handwriting was identical to hers. Clara pointed to the words written on the back of the photo and asked, "Who wrote this?"

lan turned the photo over to see the line of small text. [Not only brothers but also confidants. Through thick and thin, we share the fates.]

The handwriting was elegant and powerful. Just from the handwriting, one could tell the writer's grace and refinement.

However, that person was now nothing like they used to be. A tinge of sadness appeared in lan's eyes. He said softly, "It was Leonora." Clara looked thoughtful. "Are you sure she wrote this herself?"

"Why is Leonora's handwriting exactly like Katherine's? Don't you find that strange?" lan frowned. "Two people's handwriting

contracts, or even impersonating someone. So, regardless of who imitated whom, there must have been some conflict of interest between them before, leading to this method for a certain purpose. Leonora has always been secretive about Katherine's identity, which indicates that this identity poses a significant threat to

her analysis, lan couldn't help but furrow his brows. He had considered this possibility before. He had once suspected Leonora of

"The key to this matter is for Katherine to regain her memory. I've already asked Dad to take her to the old mansion to live, which might help her memory. You

be going too? Should we also confirm

eager to have Brodie recognize his family and then compete with your husband

hard life, drifting and homeless. Even

lips. His voice was tinged with jealousy. "Even though Brodie is my brother, it doesn't mean I won't get jealous. You're showing so much concern for another man