The bodyguard's eyes went wide at what I said.Mom said something to him, and he tore out his earpiece before pushing the phone into my hand.I glanced at the screen and saw a woman with flawless makeup and rosy cheeks. It was my mother, who was supposed to be dead.There wasn't a trace of warmth on her face. Her gaze was wary, edged with a subtle, almost hidden touch of regret.What could she possibly regret?No mother would ever hurt her own child, yet she had used those so-called "dreams" as her excuse to kill me.As I questioned her, she let out a cold snort. "So what if you figured it out? You're still going to die. The only difference is that now you know the truth.""So, you had the lawyer slip this document in, didn't you?" I asked, holding up the paper that had finally laid everything bare for me.On the screen, Mom took off her glasses calmly. "Since you already know, why bother asking?""No," I said. "I need to hear you say it."Her gaze darted aside, refusing to m
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