Chapter b145 /bRevtionsb, /b

bChapter 145/bb: /bbRevtions /bband /bbReunions /b

bChapter /bb145/bb: /bbRevtions /bband /bReunions

b(/bbGod’s /bbPOV/b)

bJacob /bbHayes’s /bbvoice /bfrom behind brought Adrian Whitmore back from his thoughts. b“/bI know, I’ll go bsee /bbher /bpersonally,” he saidb, /bhanging bup /bbthe /bphone and turning to face Jacob Hayes.

Jacob Hayes bstopped /bin front of him and reported, “Young Master Whitmore, there’s news from bthe /bauction

house…”

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Adrian Whitmore already knew and put down his towel. He instructed Jacob Hayes to give him bthe /bgirl’s

information.

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After reviewing the details on Jacob Hayes’s phone, “Prepare the car immediately,” he ordered quickly. Jacob Hayes nodded and hurried to make the arrangements. Within minutes, they were speeding toward the

Southern Territory.

(Elena ckwood’s POV)

At the healing institute, I walked alongside Dr. Edmond toward the Intensive Healing Ward to check on William Parker’s condition. The sterile corridors echoed with our footsteps.

ra Parker was sitting by the bedside feeding her mate spoonfuls of porridge. Her movements were gentle and caring, a stark contrast to her earlier aggressive behavior.

“How are you feeling today, Mr. Parker?” Dr. Edmond asked professionally.

William Parker looked up with hopeful eyes. “Much better, doctor. I was wondering if I could be discharged

soon.”

ra Parker nodded eagerly. “My mate has good appetite and sleep. He appears fully recovered to me.”

Dr. Edmond shook his head firmly. “Discharge depends onprehensive medical evaluation, not patient

preference.”

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His expression grew serious. “The institute would be held responsible ifplications arose after premature

discharge.”

William Parker’s face fell with disappointment. “What’s the timeline then?”

The

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“If your condition remains stable, you can transfer to a regr ward tomorrow,” Dr. Edmond exined. “After five days for suture removal with noplications, discharge will be arranged.”

ra Parker felt visible relief knowing there was a definite timeframe. Her shoulders rxed as the

uncertainty lifted.

After leaving the Intensive Healing Ward, Dr. Edmond suddenly turned to me with concern. “Elena, about being scolded by Hugo Ashworth’s father Steven yesterday…”

b“/bIt wasn’t really scolding,” I replied diplomatically.

Dr. Edmond’s expression grew troubled. “Steven Ashworth med you for Hugo’s incident. But it’s due to guilt, bnot /bgenuine anger toward you.”

Chapter 145 Revtions.

bI /bfrownedb, /bbsensing /bbthere /bwas more bto /bthis bstory/bb. /bb“/bbWhat /bbdo /byou bmean/bb?/bb” /b

b“/bHugo was bkidn/bb*/bbpped /bbby /bhuman traffickers as a bchild/bb,/bb” /bDr. Edmond revealed bquietly/b. “He was bmissing for /bbhalf /b

ba /bbmonth/bb./bb” /b

bMy /bbblood /bbran /bbcold/b. The words hit me like a physical blow.

“bHis /bparents were out together during an argument,” bDr. /bEdmond continued. “His father bwasn’t /bpaying

attention due to his mother’s personal issues.b” /b

I stared at him in stunned silence. The implications were staggering.

“The parents med each other after Hugo’s disappearance. Though he returned alive, he developed ba /bfear of blood–like liquids.b” /b

I remained silent for a long time. The revtion was almost impossible to believe.

Could this be a coincidence? The timing, the circumstances, the trauma…

When Dr. Edmond noticed I hadn’t followed and asked what was wrong, I managed to speak. “Do

the exact date of his disappearance?”

byou /b

know

Dr. Edmond shook his head. “I don’t know the specifics. This is confidential information the Ashworth family doesn’t want spread.”

I fell into deep thought, my mind racing with possibilities. Was imy /idream real? Was Hugo indeed ione /iboys from that horrific incident?

of the

But why did pack enforcement report only two survivors instead of three? Was the Ashworth family’s secrecy

rted to this matter?

The questions swirled in my mind like a storm. Nothing made sense anymore.

(God’s POV)

Sandy Parker’s phone rang as she sat in her modest apartment. Thinking it was from the auction house, she readily agreed to meet.

“I’ll be there in an hour,” she said eagerly.

Jacob Hayes waited outside the Crimson Rose Tavern and saw a girl get out of a taxi. She matched the person in the files perfectly.

He approached her with professional courtesy. “Miss Parker?”

She recognized him as her contact immediately. “Yes, that’s me.”

Jacob Hayes led her into the luxurious high–end restaurant. Sandy’s eyes widened as she took in the opulent

surroundings.

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This was her first time in such an establishment. Crystal chandeliers cast rainbow patterns across marble

floors.

In the Steel Ascent, she couldn’t help asking, “So how valuable is my bracelet exactly?”

Jacob Hayes smiled mysteriously. “It has value beyond money.”

Sandy frowned in confusion. Was it valuable or not? His cryptic response left her more puzzled than before.

Chapter 145 Revtions.

bUpon /bbentering /bbthe /bbPrivate /bbDining /bbSuite/bb, /bbSandy /bbsaw /bba /bbman /bbbehind /ba bscreen/bb. /bbHer /bbbreath caught /bbin /bbher /bbthroat/bb. /b

bAnother /bbextremely /bbhandsome /bwerewolf! Her bluck /bbhad /bbbeen /bbextraordinary /bbtely/b.

bJacob /bbHayes /bbmade the /bbintroduction /bbformally/b. b“/bMiss bParker/b, may I bpresent /bbmy /bbyoung /bmasterb./bb” /b

bAdrian /bWhitmore looked upb, /bhis amber beyes /bbstudying /bher intently. b“/bbDoes /bbthe /bbbracelet /bbbelong /bbto /bbyou/bb?/bb” /b

b“/bbYes/bb,/bb” /bshe confirmed nervously.

“Have you worn it since childhood?” he asked directly.

She was puzzled by the question. “Why would an auction house ask such personal questionsb?/bb” /b

Jacob Hayes rified gently. “We’re not from an auction house. We’re from the Whitmore family.”

Sandy’s eyes widened in shock. “The Whitmore family?”

“The bracelet is our family heirloom,” Jacob Hayes exined. “We’re searching for the Whitmore family’s daughter and need to confirm how you obtained it.”

Sandy suddenly remembered the conversation she’d overheard in the Manor Courtyard that day. The “broken bracelet” was actually the Whitmore family heirloom!

Her mind raced with possibilities. How did it end up with her father? Could she possibly not be the Parker family’s biological child?

This would exin everything! Why she looked so different from her parents, why she was beautiful while

they were from the countryside.

She wasn’t from a poor family after all!

“I found it in my father’s cab,” she said carefully. “I’ve always felt I didn’t resemble my parents”

She pretended to hesitate about the implications to avoid appearing materialistic.

Adrian Whitmore leaned forward. “Has the bracelet always been with your father?”

“Yes, locked in a cab I only recently discovered,” she confirmed.

When he requested a hair

le, she was momentarily confused. A paternity test, of course.

Since she wasn’t certain of her identity, she provided two strands of hair willingly.

Jacob Hayes sealed them in a prepared bag with professional efficiency.

“I’ll notify you of the results,” Adrian Whitmore said before leaving with Jacob Hayes.

In the car, Jacob Hayes asked curiously, “Do you think she could be the one?”

Adrian Whitmore remained nomittal. “We’ll wait for the results.”

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Throughout the encounter, he had maintained a detached attitude without expectation or joy. This was

unusual since finding his real sister should have made him happy.

Instead, he seemed less enthusiastic than when epting an adopted sister.

(Elena ckwood’s POV)

I emerged from the healing institute to see Amber Stone getting out of a car under the ancient sycamore btrees/b. Marcus was waiting inside, no doubt.

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bAmber /bStone bapproached /bbwith /bbher /bbusual /bbprofessional /bbdemeanor/bb, /b“bElena/bb, /bbMarcus /bis waiting bfor /bbyou /bbin /bbthe /bDoes bhe /bbreally /bbn to /bsettle bin /bbRiverside /bbCity/bb?/bb” /bI asked.

bThat /bbdepends /bbon /bbyou/bb,/bb” /bAmber bStone /bbreplied /bbdiplomatically/b. “bIf /bbyou /bbdecide /bbto /bbstay/bb, /bbMarcus /bbcould /bopen ba /bbbranch /bboffice /bbhere/bb./bb” /b

I walked bsilently to the /bbcar/bb, /bbmy /bbthoughts still /breeling from Dr. Edmond’s revtion about Hugo.

bMarcus /bbhad just /bfinished ba /bphone call when I approached. His golden eyes met mine through bthe /bbwindow/b.

b“/bMy bfather /bAlexander and grandmother Margaret havee to Riverside bCity/b,” he said without preamble. “I need you bto /bapany me to see them.”

My heart sank. “Why?”

“My grandmother wants to meet you,” he exined simply.

The weight of family obligations pressed down on me once again. There was no escaping the ckwood legacy, even here in Riverside City.

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