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Now that Corrine had regained consciousness, Jules had decided against informing Carl immediately, hoping he would take the chance to rest more thoroughly. Otherwise, the news of Corrine’s awakening might spur him into action, potentially wearing him out once more.

Corrine agreed with a nod. “Let’s not wake him just yet. He needs his rest.”

“That was my thought exactly,” Jules said with a smile, offering the milk. “Go ahead, try this.”

Jules had instructed the kitchen to prepare something simple, like warm milk, knowing Corrine might not be ready for more substantial food.

Corrine tasted the milk and was pleased with itsforting warmth.

After finishing her drink, she rose from the bed and noticed the hairpin from Evelyn on the table. Drawn to it, she picked it up for another look.

In a different light, or perhaps due to the time of day, subtle patterns began to emerge on the hairpin, reminiscent of ancient script, simr to olden characters.

She immediately switched on the deskmp and adjusted it for a better view. Grabbing a piece of paper, Corrine started to sketch the mysterious symbols she could now clearly see.

Jules walked into the room just as Corrine was intently sketching. Curiosity piqued, he leaned over to take a peek. “What are you sketching there?” The characters were uneven and distorted, barely recognizable as any known script.fn4240 Read full story at FindN()vel/fn4240

“I’m trying to copy what I saw on this hairpin,” Corrine said. She then took out the hairpin Jax had given her. Strangely, there were no simr patterns on this one.

Noticing her puzzled expression, Jules offered his assistance. “Need some help?”

“Could you help me figure out where these symbols originate?” Corrine responded, pushing the paper toward him. “It would be amazing if we could trante them.”

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Jules examined the cryptic symbols on the paper. “Are you sure these are actual symbols?”

Corrine met his gaze, her determination clear. “Just a hunch.” Jules was momentarily taken aback by her justification.

“Hold on.” He quickly snapped a photo of the sketch and made a phone call. “Can you check what these symbols mean? I’m sending you a picture right now.” After ending the call and sending the photo, he turned back to find Corrine looking lost in thought.

Jules’ expression mirrored concern as he asked, “What’s on your mind?”

Jules stepped closer when he noticed Corrine was unresponsive, holding her pen with fingers quivering. Her eyes were fixed on something, her expression nk, hinting at deep turmoil.

Seeing the sequence of numbers on the hairpin, Corrine felt a chill run through her. They matched her birthday precisely, causing her hands to shake uncontrobly.

The hairpin, clearly a modern replication of an ancient artifact, was nheless decades old, as were the engravings on it.

Could this be a simple coincidence? The very idea seemed imusible, especially with her own birthday inscribed on it.

A whirlwind of questions overwhelmed her, urging her to seek answers from Evelyn about the original owner of the hairpin and their possible ties to her. Or perhaps, to discover who this person really was to her.

Lost in her thoughts, Corrine seemed oblivious to Jules’ presence.

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