Chapter 175

It felt like a dream. But I hadn't dreamt it for a while. Yet, it felt so real. Scarface dragged me deeper into the woods. Terrified, I tried to run, but he slashed at my fingers. I called Claude, and he coldly asked why I hadn't just died. Tears streaming, I screamed, "Claude, I hate you."

Curled up, it felt like someone embraced me, whispering comfort.

"Everything's okay."

"It's all okay now."

But I was shaking, too overwhelmed by everything.

When I woke up, I was back in my apartment bed. I knew what had happened the previous night, but waking up in my room was unexpected.

Did Max mean to say last night was nothing? Or did he not want to take responsibility? But I never expected him to. All I wanted was a child.

As I stared at my parents' urns, I wondered where to bury them. What was our hometown? What were my parents' names?

I heard they worked as bodyguards for the Hilton family. Suddenly, they were engineers in medical equipment research for the Hiltons. Was everything about my parents a secret, crafted as needed? But names couldn't just be fake. I called Richard. "Richard, what were my parents' names? The Hart family has always kept them from me."

was Clayton Floyd, and your

So, was my name, Claire, a blend of

"And

paused a long time

more secrets about my

confidential. You can get their urns back from the Hilton family and ask them for more details. Alan was in charge then, and Max didn't know everything. He had just

first thought was

driver. He seemed about

confidant of Max's, someone who'd been with

I met the Hilton family's middle-aged driver, but he didn't tell

urns? The Hart

curious. "Why wouldn't Max give

answered, "Maybe the Hilton family deemed the

I felt he

off. "It

for my parents today." Looking at

urns,

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