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    Katelyn and Sophia had trained under the same master for many years, and their familiarity with each other was undeniable. Even now, Katelyn could recognize her by the smallest details and habits.


    Excitement surged within Katelyn, turning her question into a firm deration.


    “You are Sophia, aren’t you? Why are you staying silent? Have you been with the T Organization all these years?” she asked, bombarding her with questions. But the other woman remained quiet.


    Standing on the rooftop, Sophia’s delicate form seemed to be on the verge of being swept away by the wind. Tears filled Katelyn’s eyes, deepening the emotional turmoil she felt.


    “Why won’t you respond? Did you ever think of me after you disappeared? I’ve been searching for you all along,” Katelyn continued, her voice trembling with emotion.


    Finally, the woman spoke, her voice a soft, mockingugh. Her eyes glinted with a mixture of scorn and sympathy as she looked at Katelyn. “You’re mistaken. I am not Sophia.”


    Katelyn’s eyes narrowed, refusing to believe her. “No, I’m sure it’s you. I could never confuse you with anyone else,” she insisted, moving closer. “Please,e back. Everyone misses you.”


    Without warning, the woman flicked her wrist. Darts shot from her sleeve, aimed at Katelyn’s face.<fne054> Th?s chapter is updated by find?novel</fne054>


    “Watch out!” Vincent shouted, diving toward her and pushing her to the ground.


    The darts flew past Katelyn’s cheek, embedding themselves in the wall behind her and clipping a few strands of her hair. Katelyn nced at the cut hair, a sense of shock surging within her. She looked up, but the rooftop was already deserted.


    Her hands balled into fists, bitterness filling her heart, as if she had been stabbed in her most vulnerable ce. She was convinced it was Sophia, and that Sophia had truly tried to kill her.


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    Vincent quickly scanned the rooftop but found no sign of Sophia.


    He walked back to Katelyn, offering a hand to help her up. “She’s disappeared.”


    Katelyn fought the pain in her chest and grasped Vincent’s hand, using his strength to pull herself up.


    Her voice was raspy as she murmured, “Thank you.” Katelyn longed to question Sophia about her sudden disappearance years ago. Why had Sophia pretended not to know her? What was behind all these actions? Had she truly abandoned everyone at Pine Mountain?


    But Sophia remained silent.


    Katelyn moved toward the wall to retrieve the darts, each one distinctly marked with the letter. Vincent stayed by her side, carefully avoiding probing questions. Although he sensed the deep connection between Katelyn and the mysterious woman, he restrained his curiosity. He had always been Katelyn’s confidant. If she chose to speak, he would listen; if not, he wouldn’t press her.


    Katelyn took a deep breath, steadying herself before facing Vincent. “You might have questions now. May I exin everything once I’ve sorted it out in my mind?”


    Vincent replied softly, his calm presence a source offort. “Don’t worry about it. Whenever you’re ready, I’ll be here to listen.”


    Katelyn gave a firm nod and expressed her gratitude. “Thank you.”


    She often wondered why her rapport with Vincent felt so naturally aligned, whether as allies or within a hierarchical dynamic. The foundation was Vincent’s unwavering respect for her personal boundaries.


    Had he pushed her, she might have opened up, but she didn’t yet know how to confront her past at Pine Mountain.


    When they returned to the hospital room, they discovered that Elora had been moved to the emergency room. The bodyguard in ck stood rigidly, his gaze fixed on the operating room’s door, letting out stifled groans—likely inquiring about Elora’s condition.


    As Vincent was about to speak, Samuel rushed over swiftly, his expression urgent.


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