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Chapter 89: The Mercer Secret

Author: DadieT
last update publish date: 2026-07-23 06:43:02

The name echoed through the hidden nursery.

Jonathan Mercer.

No one spoke.

Rebecca slowly turned toward Elias.

"You have another relative?"

Elias remained frozen.

His lips parted, but no words came.

Finally, he whispered,

"No..."

Then, almost immediately—

"Unless..."

His voice faded.

A memory had begun to surface.

Detective Morales broke the silence.

"The lab compared the fingerprints with historical employment records, military archives, and probate files."

He held up his phone.

"There was no
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