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    “Look into it,” he ordered, his voice low and dangerous.


    Leif quickly gathered all the relevant information and returned to report. “I have all the details, Mr. Burke. It appears that someone deliberately incited an online campaign against Mrs. Burke, which ultimately led to a physical confrontation outside herpany. It unfolded just like the news said.”


    He handed over a stack of photos capturing the series of events. Leif deeply sympathized with Yvonne, knowing the rough time she had endured. But he also knew those responsible were about to face Norton’s full wrath.


    Sure enough, Norton all but exploded when he saw the close-up photos—Yvonne looking utterly helpless, curled up on the ground with her face covered while people cursed at her.


    He mmed the photos against his desk with such force that several papers fluttered to the floor. “Get the car ready,” he instructed Leif. “We’re heading to Amberfield.”


    Leif wasted no time making the necessary arrangements.


    Left alone to stew in his emotions, Norton picked up the photos again and flipped through them, as if burning the images into his memory. How could Yvonne endure all this in silence? Why hadn’t she told him anything? Did she not trust him enough? The thought made his fingers curl again.


    He had to take several deep breaths to calm himself, and in the end, he was left with a sharp sense of helplessness. Yvonne had always been independent, but perhaps he was also to me. He had left in such a hurry, failing to protect her from such a harrowing ordeal.


    “Faster,” Norton told the driver just a few minutes after they had gotten onto the highway.


    The driver said nothing but pressed his foot harder on the pedal.


    Norton watched the scenery blur past the window, still haunted by the look of terror on Yvonne’s face.


    Back in Amberfield, Yvonne had no idea how much time had passed since she had dozed off. She vaguely heard Ze upstairs and tell her that dinner was ready from outside the door, but she did not respond.


    The room was pitch ck and deathly silent. Yvonne clung to her arms, desperately trying—and failing—to escape the nightmares of her past.


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    No matter what she did, she could not shake the vision of herself running barefoot while creditors chased after her.


    She buried her head in the pillows, hoping to block out all those memories. Before she knew it, she was falling asleep again, only to be trapped in the same nightmare even in the unconscious world.


    In her dream, she hid inside her home while debt collectors banged on the door and shouted curses. “Come out and pay us what you owe!”


    “You’d better open the door right now, or we will not hesitate to break it down!”


    Yvonne saw herself crouching on the floor, eyes shut tight, hands pressed against her ears.


    Then the door suddenly burst open, and the debt collectors rushed inside. They began tearing the house apart, smashing anything and everything they could find.


    Yvonne dared to stop them. “Please don’t break that! That vase means a lot to my dad!”


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