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Chapter 12

As they reached the turn of the stairs, Bernard, who was in the lead, abruptly stopped. Fortunately, Hera stopped just in time to avoid bumping into him.

Bernard turned around, his gaze intense as he looked at Hera “Miss, do I know you from somewhere?!

Hera’s heart skipped a beat, but she kept a straight face as she stepped back. “Processor, your approach to starting this conversation feels rather outdated.”

Bemard stayed quiet. He edged closer to Hera, his gaze intensifying with a flurryet emotions.

Was Heraunable to recognize him? Or was she deliberately choosing to Ignore him?

Asernard drew closer, his towering figure standing at six and a half feet–cast a shadow over Hera, who, at five and a half feet, felt overwhelmed by his presence

The Bernard before her bore no resemblance in his former gentle self.

Hera instinctively stepped back as Bernard steadily approached. She stopped abruptly when she felt the will against her back.

“Do you really not remember me? Cecily Killian!”

With his hand against the wall, Bernard glanced down at her. His eyes

reflected a surge

felt a shiver down

Hera was mistakenly taken in by the Killian family

years ago, Bernard’s father, Albert Killian, died on his deathbed, Albert spoused his third son, Greg Kilian,

before Greg was due to take over, he

Albert’s sixth son, Lucius, Lucius was accused of killing his brother for

brother. After months of searching for answers, Daphne finally uncovered

died in a sudden car accident along with the

drastic action to protect her. She set the house on fire, faked their deaths, and spirited Hera andy to the

Catherine’s Intervention, Hera might not have survived. Hera’s heart swelled

biologically related to Lucius and Daphne,

and gather evidence. Her next step would be

she uncovered the true culprit, she wouldn’t trust anyone from the Killian family,

eyes after pushing aide the fear Ingering in her heart. “I’m not Cecily Billian. My name

the daughter of the Everetts!* Bernard

that knowing her true identity wouldn’t be difficult

we

“YOU”

by his sudden coldness and alot demeanor, He couldn’t fathom whytter, ce

was breaking apart. He frowned, and

veins on his hand pressed against the wall. It looked like he was righting to

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