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    Katelyn’s fingers lingered on the document, her mind swirling with uncertainty. She hesitated, while Selina sat opposite her, eyes burning with resolve.


    Selina believed that once Katelyn read the document, she would immediately agree to work with her. After all, it revealed the secret of Katelyn’s royal lineage!


    Selina couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride for her past dealings with the royal family, which had led her to uncover Katelyn’s true heritage.


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    After a moment of silence, Katelyn slid the document back across the table.


    “I cannot agree to your hical proposal,” she said firmly.


    Selina’s eyes widened, her reaction more intense than Katelyn’s.


    She gritted her teeth. “Do you understand what this document contains? It reveals your true heritage, something that couldpletely change your life. Are your principles really more important than learning who you really are?”


    Katelyn met her gaze with calmposure.


    Neil had shown a simr intensity when Katelyn’s biological parents were mentioned, and now Selina echoed that sentiment. What was it about her parents that stirred such deep emotions in others?


    Despite this, Katelyn slowly shook her head. “I’ve made it clear that I will not abandon my principles.”


    Everyone had a line that should not be crossed. Once that boundary was breached, it invited endless vitions. The wisest strategy was to never test that line at all.


    Katelyn held herposure. Despite her curiosity about her biological parents, she was determined to find them on her own terms, not by giving in to dubious demands.


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    Selina’s frustration was evident as she clenched her teeth. “Fine, have it your way. I respect your resolve. Just remember, if you ever realize you’ve lost something important because of your so-called principles, don’t regret it.”


    Her words were filled with fury and a stern caution. Katelyn stayed quiet, watching as Selina stormed out, clearly enraged.


    Selina’s departing words echoed in Katelyn’s mind.


    She had spoken with such certainty that Katelyn would eventually regret her decision. The opportunity to reconnect with her biological parents had been within reach.


    Katelyn nced at her hand, questioning herself once again—would she regret missing this chance to meet them because of the current situation?


    Her inner resolve answered firmly: no.


    The truth about her origins could be bought with money or favors, but it should never bepromised for something that vited her moral code.


    If Katelyn epted the role of a ghost designer, she would lose herself entirely. She squeezed her eyes shut, pushing aside the chaotic thoughts. Neil and Selina had both hinted that her biological parents were locals from Yata.


    Katelyn gathered her thoughts andy down on her bed, eventually falling into an unnned sleep.


    In her dream, a dense fog surrounded everything, transforming her surroundings into a nk white canvas, obscuring even her own hand before her eyes.


    Katelyn moved through the fog, straining to make out her surroundings, but the mist was too thick, as if invisible hands were covering her eyes.


    Suddenly, a soft voice called from behind her, “Katelyn, my darling daughter.” Katelyn spun around.


    The fog remained thick, imprable.


    Yet she was certain the voice wasn’t Sharon’s.


    It was far gentler, like the caress of invisible hands through her hair, filled with a mother’s warmth. “Katelyn,” the voice called again.


    Katelyn broke into a run, calling out as she moved, “Who are you? Where are you?”


    The voice offered no reply, only echoing her name repeatedly.


    Confused, Katelyn stopped, feeling as if the softest part of her heart was being pierced with a knife.


    After being entangled in so many schemes, the thought of her biological parents was the only thing that could still wound her.


    Katelyn cupped her hands to form a makeshift megaphone and shouted, “Where are you? Are you my real mother?”


    “Katelyn!” The voice responded again, this time not gentle or soothing. It was frantic, almost as if it were warning her.


    “No! Don’t leave!”


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