?Chapter 93:


    As Marissa read the message from Silver Fox, her heart raced with excitement. “Tell me,” she demanded


    Silver Fox exined, “Back then, Kevin was just a refugee, a nobody. His life or death mattered to no one, and no one would have reported his death even if he had died. It’s tough to track him down. But luckily, I’ve managed to dig up some information.”


    Marissa replied impatiently, “Cut the crap. Just get to the point.”


    Silver Fox continued, “The main point is that Kevin didn’t die in the refugee camp. He was taken away by some mysterious figure. However, where he went after that remains unknown.”


    Marissa felt a mix of relief and frustration. She was relieved that Kevin might still be alive, but frustrated that his location was still a mystery. She inhaled deeply, fighting to suppress her sadness, then typed once more, “Keep searching. Whether he’s alive or not, I need to find out.”


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    Silver Fox then asked, “ck Snake, who is this guy to you? Why are you putting so much effort into finding him?”


    Marissa didn’t reply and closed the chat window. Her childhood memories were deeply personal, and she wasn’t ready to share them with anyone


    She took another deep breath to calm herself, then opened the door and entered the apartment. Betty immediately startedining as soon as she saw Marissa. “You finally remember to visit us. If you don’t give us money, we’ll starve to death! You live it up out there, never worrying about whether we’re dead or alive. How could we have raised someone as ungrateful as you?”


    Marissa noticed the takeout boxes strewn across the table and scoffed. “You never cook; you just order takeout and expensive meals. Of course, you spend money fast. If you keep spending like this, I’ll go bankrupt.”


    Betty, unashamed, retorted confidently, “Why shouldn’t we order takeout? Now that we’re in the big city, we need to live differently. We’re here to enjoy life, not to suffer! Now you’re making a fuss about giving us money. If you hadn’t irritated Derek, we wouldn’t have had to leave our hometown. If you don’t have enough money, find a way to make more. Don’t whine to us. You make good money at the nightclub. Just sleep with more guys, and you can bring in even more cash, right?”


    Marissa reached her breaking point. She grabbed a ss from the table and hurled it at Betty’s feet. The ss shattered loudly on the floor. Betty jumped back in rm. Regaining herposure, she pointed at Marissa and eximed, “Are you out of your mind? How could you treat your mother like this? You have no manners!”


    Undeterred, Marissa grabbed another ss and smashed it too. Betty stepped back, scared and silent. Denise tried to intervene, “How can you treat our mother like that, Marissa?”


    In the past, Marissa had always been amodating toward Denise, whom she thought was her younger sister. Not this time. Before Denise could reach her, Marissa pped her across the face. The p resounded sharply, and Denise copsed to the floor with a cry of pain. Both Korbin and Betty gasped in shock


    The apartment fell silent. All three were stunned, too scared to provoke Marissa further. For years, they had mistreated Marissa together, their behavior worsening over time. Today, her forceful retaliation terrified them


    Marissa then tossed twenty thousand dors on the table and said coldly, “Since you’re spending my money, you better start showing some respect. If you ever speak to me like that again, I’ll make sure to teach you a lesson!”


    With a disdainful snort, she turned and stormed out. The three were in a state of shock for a long time. They only snapped out of it when Betty’s phone began to ring. Muttering a curse, Betty checked the caller ID. Her expression filled with dread as she took a deep breath


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