Bryson’s voice was steady and even, a stark contrast to Hannah’s unbridled fury.

He gently but firmly pressed her hand down, his gaze unwavering.

“We have time,” he said, his words cutting through the tension like a knife.

Hannah’s chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath, her voice quivering with barely concealed rage.

“Tell me what you know!”

Maryam struggled to catch her breath as she raised her head, a bead of sweat trickling down her forehead.

Her eyes met Hannah’s, and she said in a voice barely above a whisper, “Wallace… He was the one who killed your mother.

The air seemed to freeze at that moment, and a deafening silence descended over the room.

Hannah’s eyes were like frozen chips of steel, and her voice was eerily calm.

“Evidence,” she repeated, the word coming out Like a low growl.

“I want proof.

Maryam said, her voice trembling slightly, “He kept you from finding out the truth about your mother’s death.

He wouldn’t let you get close to the case, no matter what you did, right? He killed her because she knew too much.

She had information he didn’t want anyone to know.

And I lied.

I’m not your sister.

Amelie and Wallace had me committed.

away in the psychiatric hospital, ready to use me whenever they

replace you with me, and no

me there, waiting for

exclaimed,

Moore, don’t

been working

Compton for years.

for you all this

never find anyone who can

ha!” Maryam’s laugh was cold

still in

don’t know the

Mr.

for her for

her to be completely under

to get away from

as my

drawn to me, so I played on

her face a

doubt my words

kill me now,

she shot Maryam a cold look, then turned on her heel and

she

villa,

Do you really think she was telling the

some truth to what

should hear her out, but with caution,” Dotson

is certainly not

villa

a wave of his hand, he

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