Just then, a phone call interrupted her thoughts.

It was an unknown number. Madelyn did not know who the number belonged to, but she had a faint idea.

For some reason, the unfamiliar string of numbers on the screen had turned into the words "Cecilia Samford."

Madelyn gripped the hem of her dress. It was like she had forgotten how to breathe.

She took the call and held the phone by her ear. Five seconds passed, and neither of them spoke. Madelyn could feel her heart pounding, "Hello? This is Madelyn Jent speaking. Who's this?"

Madelyn heard the person on the other end of the line snickered. Then, they hung up the phone.

The person's blatant mockery was like a slap in Madelyn's face.

'Was that Donna Jolie? Didn't she return a long time ago? That day, when Ethan found me after I disappeared, what was that fearful and strange look in his eyes?' she wondered.

Madelyn squatted down, and her long hair fell over her face. She felt a sense of powerlessness washed over her.

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