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."

didn't hesitate, saying, "Your father was Clayton Floyd,

was my name, Claire, a blend of

asking, "And

long

off. "Are there more secrets about my parents I shouldn't

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 returned from overseas. Maybe some of the

first thought was

driver. He seemed about

of Max's, someone who'd been with the Hilton family

the urns, and I met the Hilton family's middle-aged driver, but he

parents' urns? The

curious. "Why wouldn't

"Maybe the Hilton family deemed the Hart

felt he was

it off. "It doesn't matter.

I'll find a cemetery for

urns,

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