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Fallon stepped forward first, holding up a report. “This is the toxicology analysis of my mother’s daily medicine. It shows traces of a drug called omeprazole. Prolonged use of it leads to muscle weakness and paralysis.”Nicoletta gave a cold laugh. “And what does that have to do with me? You’re the one who got her prescription filled, aren’t you?”“Yes, I did,” Fallon said steadily. “I went to the pharmacy with Dr. Travis’s prescription. But later, someone added omeprazole to the mix. The dosage was small enough to go unnoticed. My mother was slowly poisoned, developing megaloblastic anemia, which eventually caused her paralysis. I have the pathology report right here.”She handed another document to Hector. His brows furrowed tightly as he read.He turned toward Nicoletta. “Was this your doing?”Nicoletta grabbed his arm in panic. “Of course not! Hecto

Nicoletta just kept crying, unable to speak another word. Then her son, Israel, suddenly stepped forward. “Even if my sister died and someone impersonated her, I’m still a Jonathan! I’m my father’s son, that’s for sure!”Caitlin’s voice was calm but cold. “You might be a member of the Jonathan Family, but whether you’re Hector’s son… that’s another matter entirely.”Hector’s face hardened, his expression dark and thunderous. The wrinkles on his aged face seemed to deepen with every passing second. “Go on,” he said grimly. “I want to know the truth. Whose children are they?”He had never once doubted Liliana and Israel. Twenty years ago, he had been in his early fifties, still strong and healthy. Both children even bore some resemblance to him—or so he had believed.Caitlin turned to Nicoletta. “Before you became Hector’s sec

The moment Ignatius heard the voice shouting behind him, his scalp went numb. Panic surged through him, and he instinctively quickened his pace toward the exit.“That’s right! Turn him in, and the reward is all yours!” Tyler shouted to the man who had spoken up.The man pointed straight toward the door of the Seventh Door. “It’s him! That old man in the black coat—he’s Ignatius!”Everyone turned in unison. Ignatius realized, in that instant, that his own subordinate had betrayed him. He broke into a sprint, shoving through the crowd, desperate to escape.“Stop him!” Tyler roared, charging after him as the others followed.Tourists screamed and stumbled, falling over one another. Ignatius didn’t hesitate to trample anyone in his way, clawing for survival as chaos erupted.Tyler and Vaughn forced their way through the bodies, chasing him toward the front entrance.“

Bang!The gun fired—but the bullet missed. Dustin’s injured back pulled at his arm, throwing off his aim.Before he could fire again, Tyler moved with lightning speed, flipping his body up and into the cabin. In one smooth motion, he kicked the pistol from Dustin’s hand.A second later, the barrel of Tyler’s gun was pointed straight at Dustin’s forehead.Tyler was drenched in sweat, his muscles trembling from exhaustion, but his eyes burned with fierce determination.Dustin froze, breathing heavily, realizing that this time he was truly cornered.“Don’t kill me,” he said quickly, voice trembling. “Listen to me! I can give you money—anything you want. Just let me go. I’ll pay you—millions, tens of millions!”Tyler gave a cold, sharp laugh. “You think everyone can be bought?”Maybe others could. But not him—not anyone from their

The narrow corridor was dim until Caitlin flipped a switch on the wall. Lights flickered on, revealing sleek metallic walls patterned with faint geometric lines. A staircase led downward into a space that gleamed faintly under the warm glow of recessed lamps.At the bottom of the stairs, they entered a lavishly decorated chamber—more like a private sanctuary than a simple secret room.The air was scented faintly with perfume and old wine. Polished antiques lined the shelves: a vintage gramophone, rows of rare red wines, candle holders shaped like swans. On the walls hung framed photographs of Nicoletta and Fletcher—smiling, embracing, even one in which they wore wedding attire.At the center of the room stood a vast circular bed draped in pink silk canopies. Matching robes and a woman’s lace gown hung on the rack beside it. Everything in the room came in pairs, from the glasses to the pillows.Caitlin let out a quiet, cutting laugh. &ldq