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    But Katelyn wasn’t surprised. She had never found solid proof of Hry’s ties to the T Organization, but it wasn’t hard to make the connection. The group had deep roots in Yata, entangled with the country’s aristocracy. Moreover, T had long-standing ties to the King, and Hry was part of the queen’s family. It all lined up.


    Katelyn replied, “I understand. You be careful too. These people are dangerous.”


    After a brief exchange, Katelyn ended the call. She finished her meal and then turned to the woman. “Take your time eating. I have some things to take care of.”


    This had been her routine for days—treating the woman like any other person. Without waiting for a response, she got up and stepped outside. The woman watched as Katelyn disappeared into the garden below. Only then did she feel at ease. Her grip tightened around the pillow in her arms, and her body eased into a more rxed posture.


    Slowly, her feet moved on their own, carrying her back to the dining table. She sat down and resumed eating.


    Meanwhile, Katelyn remained buried in her work. The situation with the T Organization had only grown more chaotic since Vincent infiltrated the pce and took the woman. Human trafficking cases had spiked in the surrounding areas. Most wouldn’t see the connection, but Katelyn did.


    She knew what the T Organization was doing. They had sacrificed women and children in their pursuit of an alleged mythical elixir for eternal life. To eliminate the T Organization, a deeper investigation was needed. But Katelyn had too little information. Her only gain so far had been destroying that small courtyard and obtaining their so-called “secret prescription” for eternal life, which was worthless to her.


    She didn’t believe in fairy tales. And only monsters would go to such horrifying lengths for eternity. Anyone with a shred of humanity wouldn’t dare.


    Determined, Katelyn focused entirely on gathering intel. In doing so, she spent less and less time with the woman. Their only interactions were during meals.


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    Meanwhile, the weather had shifted. Days of relentless autumn rain had made the air crisp and cool. Then, finally, the skies cleared.


    Deciding to make the most of it, Katelyn moved her work to the conservatory. Despite the season, the ss-enclosed space was filled with blooming flowers, their vibrant colors lifting the atmosphere.


    As Katelyn was working, Ashlyn appeared, carrying a cup of coffee. She ced it in front of Katelyn and said softly, “Take a break. You’re pushing yourself too hard.”


    Katelyn looked up, her expression tightening. She frowned. “Your wrist just healed. Don’t overdo it.”


    Though Ashlyn had used her uninjured hand, Katelyn still worried. Ashlyn nced at her wrist and was about to say something when she saw someone approaching the conservatory entrance. Noticing Ashlyn’s reaction, Katelyn turned toward the door.


    Katelyn was just as surprised as Ashlyn. The woman—who had always stayed in her room, never once stepping downstairs—was now standing in the conservatory, clutching a pillow tightly against her chest.


    She gently stroked the pillow as if soothing a child and cooed softly, “Darling, look at all the flowers. Aren’t they beautiful?”


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