Arnold set down his cup with a wicked smile and said, "Both mother and daughter are cunning."When Hazelyn met with that doctor, she spiked his drink with drugs that made him have a heart attack and die! If she hadn't confessed, no one would’ve known. She had not only murdered one person but two.”"Haha... truly tit for tat. He ended up using the prescription he wrote on himself, so he deserved it!" I sighed. "They’re a dangerous family!"Arnold shook his head as he spoke, "It’s frightening. Beatrice is lucky. In Hazelyn's words, if she had given her another month, Beatrice would have died suddenly, too.""It's just monstrous," I complained. "How has Beatrice been these days?""She's been alright! Just under a lot of pressure! Suddenly, everything is weighing on her shoulders. She's a bit disorganized, so Gavin and I are doing our best to help her. Gavin is giving her systematic lessons to catch up!""Oh? Gavin has this method?" I was impressed."You're underestimating Gavin. He

I glanced at Lauren and said, "This is exactly what I sensed, so I haven't figured out what's going on! But I feel like Atlas knows some insider information!""It's easy to explain that. Atlas has always been a strategist! After finding you, he was bound to investigate your dad and mom." Lauren’s thoughts coincided with mine. I remained silent, feeling uneasy."Do you think the recent events are a bit sudden? Could they be related to Liora's escape?" Lauren asked.I glanced at Oliver. Seeing that we were talking, he turned sideways with his eyes closed, seemingly asleep. He still looked weak.Lauren also looked at Oliver, then reached out to tuck him in with the blanket. I gestured to Lauren and pointed to the balcony.We went to the balcony of the ward and continued our conversation. “It’s clear that I was the target instead of Oliver. However, Atlas asserted that Liora couldn't have been the culprit!""Right, I was too busy with Oliver, and didn't have time to ask about thi

My dad hung his head low. Since he returned yesterday, his spirits seemed deflated, and he appeared burdened with heavy thoughts. It made me feel very uneasy.I understood his emotions. After all, this was connected to everything from his past. Most importantly, it revealed the fact that they weren't my biological parents. I knew they wouldn't want to lose me, their only daughter.I was their everything.At this moment, I fully understood why my mom had sighed when they sold the house in the small town. She must have been worried they would be left with nothing and felt a sense of insecurity.But I never expected this to happen so quickly.When Atlas saw how depressed my dad was, he calmly reassured him. "Don’t worry too much about it, Dad. Letting him go back was part of my strategy to buy time. Many clues are connected to him. We let him go as part of the long game."My dad remained silent. The notebook seemed to be the key to unlocking this conversation.We waited for what se

Even though it had been twenty years, my dad appeared utterly mired in the shame of that moment as he spoke. It was clear how deeply the experiences of that period had impacted him and affected his self-esteem."I lost my mind back then. I tried to drive Moira away, yelling at her and smashing things. But she still took care of me until my injuries healed, even though it exhausted all her savings. I couldn't afford the high medical expenses and had to leave the hospital even though I hadn't fully recovered," my dad said.My mom covered her face beside me, her shoulders shaking uncontrollably."Moira was afraid I would be traumatized when I returned to school, or that I would become depressed and have suicidal thoughts because I hadn't fully recovered. She took me back to her house. Moira was by my side the entire month, taking painstaking care of me," my dad continued."After I got beat up, that wealthy girl never got in touch with me again. I don’t know if she just thought it was

Suddenly, I noticed a hint of hopelessness in his gaze."Our daughter was nine years old at that point. My "skills" allowed us to live a prosperous and carefree life. When the city where I was studying, Norton, called me back to the country, I didn't dare go back. I knew deep down that what I did was contradictory to my homeland. I had no way back, no way home!"I glanced at Atlas. He had made an irreparable mistake.It sent shivers down my spine.No wonder he had connections with Bermuda. And they had been relentless in their pursuit.My dad looked at us. "One day, I finally realized that I had led my family to the edge of a cliff. I wanted to hit the brakes. I changed my name to 'Tony,' which was the mysterious Tony Paul from Bermuda, and Moira changed her name to 'Yunia'."Then, to be more discreet, we moved the whole family to a remote and quiet town, wanting to live incognito and get away from the harassment of those people," My dad looked helpless, and I could imagine the u