Austen hesitated for a moment. His brow furrowed as he considered her request, clearly troubled by it.

Katelyn fixed her gaze on him with a cold expression. “You’re aware of my methods,” she said firmly. “I can either heal Elora or harm her.”

At that moment, the atmosphere turned tense and chilling. Austen felt a heavy pressure that made it difficult to breathe. The feeling was overwhelming! Austen was certain now that Katelyn could indeed harm him and Elora if she chose to.

He frowned and gave a solemn nod. “I swear that if I break this trust, I will lose Princess Elora forever!”

The gravity of his oath was enough. Austen treasured Elora deeply, so his vow carried significant weight.

Convinced of his sincerity, Katelyn spoke in a low tone. “I need you to look into someone. A person from Yata who was in the same hospital ward as Sharon Bailey about twenty years ago. I need her exact identity.”

A sense of dread filled Austen’s heart. About twenty years ago… Sharon Bailey…

If he remembered correctly, Sharon was supposed to be Katelyn’s adoptive mother. Why would Hades want to investigate this person? Was there a connection between them?

Austen was confused and did not fully understand.

Katelyn, with a cold voice, once again said, “Just focus on the investigation. Avoid unnecessary questions and remember your oath.”

Austen nodded and answered, “Understood.”

Katelyn said nothing else and then turned, making her way toward the garage.

Austen stayed where he was, deep in thought, watching the direction Katelyn had gone.

Three minutes later, as Katelyn approached her car, she hesitated briefly upon noticing Vincent in the driver’s seat. Then she continued walking. She went straight to the passenger side, got in, closed the door, and fastened her seatbelt.

Vincent didn’t say a word. He started the car and began driving towards the hotel.

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Meanwhile, Katelyn began removing her makeup in the passenger seat. She couldn’t help but sigh to herself. How did Vincent manage to know so much about her? This man left her with no privacy whatsoever.

After Katelyn finished removing her makeup, she looked over at Vincent. She noticed he was driving in silence.

With a hint of curiosity, she suddenly asked, “Isn’t there anything you want to ask?”

It seemed he had no curiosity about her actions, displaying a patience that was rare among most people.

Vincent glanced at Katelyn, reached out, and gently tapped her forehead. “Silly girl, are you tired?”

Katelyn was surprised. She could still feel the warmth from Vincent’s touch on her forehead. A small smile crossed her face as she shook her head. “No, I’m not tired.”

She had felt a bit tired right after leaving the operating room, but now she was feeling better.

Vincent spoke in a gentle tone. “It’s going to take a while to get to the hotel. You should rest a bit.”

Katelyn just leaned back in her seat, her eyes fixed on Vincent. She couldn’t explain why, but ever since they had confessed their feelings for each other, her view of Vincent had changed. There seemed to be a deeper understanding between them, making their relationship more harmonious than before.

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