"She has a 99% blood rtion match to us."


    Harold''s hoarse, solemn words hit her eardrums, rattling Juniper''s already anxious heart.


    "So... where is she?"


    It took Juniper a long moment to find her voice.


    "Liberty Ind. After the shipwreck all those years ago, she suffered severe psychological trauma. Her cognitive development is stalled at that of a six-year-old."


    Liberty Ind? The mind of a six-year-old? Those two pieces of information struck Harold like a hammer to the head.


    He knew exactly what kind of ce Liberty Ind was. Anyone who went in either ended up dead or maimed. Even if you survived, you never came out whole. And to think his sister was trapped there with the mental capacity of a child... There was no telling how people might have taken advantage of her.


    "What are we waiting for? Let''s get a team and rescue her," Harold practically shouted, already heading for the door. "Don''t tell Jimmie yet; he''s all show and no substance. Call Melvin. He''s a good fighter, and if he can''t win, he''s fast enough to get away."


    "Wait.” Seeing Harold''s panicked state, Juniper quickly stopped him. "She''s okay."


    "How can she be okay?" Harold''s face was pale with worry. "She''s in Hell on Earth- Liberty Ind!"


    "She''s not a member, she''s..." Juniper''s lips trembled as she forced the words out. "She''s the wife of the ind''s leader."


    “What?” Harold''s expression shifted, the information taking a second to register. His sisters, one after another, were certainly impressive.


    "The leader, Warren Sherwin, doesn''t know her identity yet," Juniper exined slowly. "I have to go back to Liberty Ind in a couple of days to discuss a treatment n. I''ll tell him everything then."


    "How does Warren treat her?” Harold asked with a frown. He imagined the leader of a ce like Liberty Ind had to be ruthless to maintain control over such a dangerous territory.


    "From what I''ve seen, he treats her very well," Juniper replied grimly.


    "That''s good, then." Harold visibly rxed. "The medical facilities on Liberty Ind can''t be the best. If you can, you should bring your sister back to Era City for treatment. But do you think Warren will@gree to that?" .


    At the thought of her brother-inw, who had never once given her a pleasant look, Juniper snorted. "He doesn''t have a choice! If he disagrees, H Have Shanley, set


    Some fireworks over his ind."


    "Fireworks?" Harold frowned, not getting the reference.


    “Yeah,” Juniper nodded, popping a piece of candy into her mouth. “Bombs.”


    Harold was speechless. His little sister was truly something else.


    Meanwhile, on Liberty Ind, Warren sat in a wicker chair, a coffee cup in his hand, his gaze soft as he watched a woman pulling weeds in the distance.


    Ever since meeting Nocturne, Celine had been like a different person. She was more cheerful, more lively, andughed more often. But she was also constantly chattering about how handsome "Dr. Nocturne? was.


    So what if the doctor was young and had a pretty face? Warren had cared for her for over a decade, and he was already being upstaged by some pretty boy?


    He scoffed. What an ungrateful little thing.


    Just then, one of his subordinates approached. "My Lord, we have results on the matter you asked us to investigate.”


    "Speak,” Warren said, swirling the coffee in his cup.


    "Our investigation revealed that the


    leader of Sigma Network has


    reconciled with Subterra Vanguard the subordinate reported


    respectfully. Furthermore,


    ???


    Nocturne has been in frequent


    contact with Subterra Vanguard''s


    Binary Oracle recently."


    "What?" The news made Warren''s expression harden, his deep-set eyes turning


    sharp as daggers.