While Ryanna was lost in thought, Vincent was watching Katelyn closely as she slid into the car. “Did she make things difficult for you?”

Katelyn knew exactly what he was worried about. She smiled, tilting her head slightly. “Do I look like I had a hard time?”

Vincent chuckled, taking her hand and pressing a soft kiss to her fingers.

But Katelyn’s thoughts were elsewhere. The cries she had heard in the woods lingered in her mind, unsettling her.

She hesitated before speaking. “By the way, I heard something eerie in the palace gardens today.”

Vincent’s brows furrowed. “Something eerie?”

Katelyn nodded, recounting what she had heard. She placed a hand over her chest, her gaze meeting Vincent’s. “I don’t know why, but I feel uneasy every time I think about it.”

Katelyn was gripped by a persistent unease she couldn’t explain. Holding her chest, she tried to suppress the discomfort, but the sensation stubbornly persisted, especially when she dwelled on the cause.

Vincent wrapped his arms around her, his voice soothing. “Don’t worry. You have me. I’ll look into the individual you’re concerned about.” Normally, Katelyn wasn’t one to show her vulnerability. However, the mere presence of this person had stirred such a deep reaction in Katelyn that Vincent knew he must act.

As Katelyn nestled into Vincent’s comforting embrace, the odd sensations in her heart began to subside. She looked up at him and said, “You must get to the bottom of this. I always feel that the person is somehow connected to me.” This was the only explanation for her inexplicable feelings.

Vincent caressed her hair tenderly and whispered, “I will.”

Feeling somewhat relieved, Katelyn stepped back from Vincent’s embrace and said, “Let’s get going.”

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Vincent retrieved a bottle of water from the compartment nearby and offered it to her. “Have some water, try to relax.” His expression was unchanged, yet his eyes carried a rare warmth.

Being near Vincent, Katelyn always felt a comforting warmth in her heart. It seemed that any turbulent emotions were suppressed in his presence.

Once Katelyn appeared more settled, Vincent ignited the engine, and they headed home.

Meanwhile, in a hidden basement filled with state-of-the-art equipment rivaling top-notch laboratories, a bulky man in a white protective suit displayed a chilling glint in his eyes. He threw a glass bottle to the floor. As the bottle shattered, black pills scattered across the floor.

The most renowned research doctors in the world stood before him, yet at this moment, none of them could hide the fear in their eyes as they faced the man.

With a cold tone, the man said, “I poured a fortune into this, and this is the best you could do?”

The man’s voice, though modified, bore a harsh tone, unmistakably that of Sophia’s superior—the leader of the T Organization.

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