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    “Have you finished setting up what I asked for?”


    The other side sounded a bit annoyed. “Why the hurry? We’ll get it done.”


    “If you fail, pay back the money! If you can’t handle the job, then don’t ept it! We agreed it would take two to three days, but it’s already been a whole week! You still haven’t finished!” Hank stayed inmunication with Derek and Coen, and he knew that Norah was still actively working at the hospital and living well in Silverdale. It waspletely incongruent with the timeline promised by the underground organization he had enlisted.


    He considered hiring an assassin himself, though it would make it easier to trace back to him, which carried its own risks.


    “Just wait!”


    With that, the person ended the call abruptly, leaving Hank seething with anger. Hank had assured Iker that he would kill Norah during her stay in Silverdale. Half the time had already psed, yet there was no progress.


    In his eyes, Derek and Coen proved to bepletely useless. They did nothing but demand more money from him. He needed to assign them some tasks.


    Hadley, who had been listening in, let out a sigh of relief. It seemed like Norah hadn’t been harmed. That was a relief to her. She sincerely prayed that Norah would stay healthy and safe. Hank mumbled to himself in the room for over thirty minutes before he opened the door and let Hadley in.


    At home, Ynde’s patience had worn thin after enduring Dolores’ presence for days. Her irritation bubbled over until, that night, she dragged Marlin to Manley.


    Marlin’s brows furrowed together, barely masking his impatience. “Ynde, what’s this about?” Manley, equally curious, raised an eyebrow.


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    Ynde’s demeanor was unusually serious. “Dad, where’s Mom? I haven’t seen her in months. How’s she doing?”


    A flicker of concern crossed Marlin’s face. “Dad, I’m still searching for the Supernatural Doctor. There’s got to be a chance for Mom to get better.”


    Manley waved his hand dismissively, his tone tinged with difort. “You know your mom’s condition. It’s a slow struggle. But rest assured, the medical staff is taking good care of her. Now, Ynde, what’s on your mind?”


    Ad Acosta, the servant, appeared with three cups of tea. She set them down and then stood behind Manley, her head bowed. Ynde eyed her curiously. “Dad, when did she start working here? I don’t remember seeing her before.”


    Ad responded respectfully, “Miss Boyd, I’ve been here for five years, always tending to Mrs. Boyd’s health.”


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