No Strings Attached

Hearing this, Brodie stood on the balcony, taking a deep drag of his cigarette and said, "I think so too. Maybe before my mom's accident, she looked a lot like Leonora."

lan spoke in a heavy tone, "Their handwriting is identical too, so there must be someone imitating the other for some reason, to the point where even my father couldn't tell them apart. That's probably why he never had any impression of Katherine. Because from the beginning, Katherine must have been posing as Leonora, and no one noticed until she got pregnant. That's when Leonora felt threatened and thought about getting rid of her."

Brodie had no objections to lan's analysis but frowned deeply. His voice was also very low. "So, I'm still a bastard, and my mom is still the mistress who can't show her face, right?"

Hearing the change in his voice, lan immediately reassured him, "If we want to know the truth, we should start by investigating Katherine's background. Now, we believed that her face must have resembled Leonora's. From this point, maybe we can find some clues."

Brodie slowly exhaled a ring of smoke. His voice was tinged with melancholy. "My mom wanted to try a desensitization therapy, but the doctor said that the strong stimulus could lead to two outcomes: either regain her memory or suffer a mental breakdown, becoming a complete psychiatric patient from then on."

have an episode when she was hurt. Just an episode was enough to torment Brodie terribly. If she truly went crazy, what would he do? With

to find the person behind Leonora. Sometimes I feel she cares about you and Clara more than

the charm of me and my wife. You

smiled, "Seeing Clara this happy, I'm glad for her. I hope the Hayes family's issues won't affect your

crisis, I hope you can set aside your personal grievances and join me in facing

to him. Ever since lan found out he was part of the Hayes family, he had wanted him to take over the Hayes family business lan never treated him with the same rivalry for

without. Ian was protecting Clara while dealing with business difficulties, all of which Brodie saw. Looking out at the night view from the window, he took several puffs of his cigarette, then

face. "Come to my office tomorrow,

up with Brodie, lan called Anders. "Come to my