The fine white powder instantly filled the air, dispersing like a cloud.

Even though the woman quickly covered her mouth and nose with the fabric of her sleeve, she still found it impossible to completely avoid inhaling some of the powder.

Before she had a chance to utter a single word, darkness enveloped her, and she gently slumped onto the table.

Alfy’s eyes reflected a deep sense of regret, but more prominently, they shone with unwavering determination. She realized that she absolutely had to remain at Katelyn’s side!

After returning to the hotel, Katelyn immersed herself in the task of placing the meticulously prepared ingredients into the pot, while her mind continuously replayed the unsettling events that had occurred at the cafe.

Had she perhaps been too harsh on Alfy in that moment? She could clearly see it—Alfy possessed a purity that radiated from her, and the innocence in her eyes was utterly undeniable.

It was highly possible that Alfy genuinely had no knowledge of the questionable activities associated with the T Organization.

Nevertheless, Katelyn found herself unable to shake off those lingering thoughts.

A tangled mess of problems intertwined in her mind, resembling a knotted ball of yarn with no discernible starting point, leaving her thoughts in a chaotic state. With a deep breath, she let out a heavy sigh.

After carefully packing the nutritious soup into a thermos, Katelyn made her way to the hospital.

The effects of that special injection were nothing short of remarkable, as Vincent’s wounds were already showing signs of healing.

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However, the moment Katelyn pushed open the door to the hospital room, she immediately sensed an uncomfortable tension hanging in the air.

Despite the calm and composed expressions on both Vincent’s and Jaxen’s faces, Katelyn instinctively knew that something was not quite right.

She approached the bedside and gently set the thermos down on the table beside Vincent.

“I made some chicken soup, and I must say, it turned out quite well. From this point forward, I will take charge of preparing all your meals to ensure you receive proper nutrition,” she confidently assured Vincent.

Vincent offered a slight nod in response, but there was a sharp intensity hidden within his gaze, as if he were silently searching for answers.

Meanwhile, Jaxen fidgeted restlessly on the sofa, his hair disheveled, resembling a sea urchin from how much he had ruffled it.

His nature made it nearly impossible for him to conceal his emotions, and ultimately, he found himself unable to tear his gaze away from Katelyn.

“Did you just meet up with Alfy? How is she doing now?” he asked.

As soon as Katelyn heard the question, a chill washed over her, and her voice turned as icy as winter frost.

“Have you been following me?” she replied.

For Jaxen to ask such a pointed question meant that they must have already gathered substantial evidence. Denying it now would be futile.

Katelyn had always placed a high value on boundaries and respect, whether in her interactions with individuals or in navigating different situations.

She expected the same consideration in return, not to be followed or watched like this.

The accusatory glint in her eyes caused Vincent to pause momentarily before he finally spoke up.

“Samuel happened to see the two of you together,” he informed her.

However, Jaxen, clearly unable to contain his impatience, stood up suddenly and pressed forward with his inquiries.

“You still haven’t provided an answer to my question. Why did you suddenly meet with Alfy? Where is she now?” he demanded.

Jaxen’s focus had completely shifted; while he had originally been intent on uncovering the identity of TS, his primary concern now lay with Alfy’s whereabouts.

Knowing she was safe would greatly ease his mind.

Katelyn fought to suppress the irritation bubbling within her chest, and she responded in a calm yet firm manner, “We simply ran into each other on the street, exchanged a few words, and then went our separate ways. As for where she went after that, I…” ? ?s? ?s ?ovelFind.net

“How could I possibly know?”

“Now that we are aware Alfy is a disciple of TS and is connected to the T Organization,” Jaxen pressed further, “why did she suddenly meet with you? Does that imply that you are TS?”

His aggressive tone evoked an unmistakable chill in Katelyn’s gaze.

Jaxen now spoke as if he were interrogating a criminal, the tension thick in the air.

“You should direct that question to her. We got along quite well, and she expressed a desire to be friends with me. How many times do I need to explain something that is so simple?”

Katelyn retorted, her voice as cold as the icy glare she directed at him. The slight frown on her brow showed that her patience had nearly run out.

Jaxen found himself momentarily speechless. Katelyn’s explanation was impeccable, leaving no room for him to find any weaknesses to exploit.

Involuntarily, he clenched his fists in frustration, but after a moment, reason finally prevailed. He lowered his head and spoke softly, his voice filled with regret. “I apologize. I’ve just been feeling desperate to discover Alfy’s whereabouts, and my tone may have come off as a bit harsh,” he admitted.

Katelyn pressed her lips together, acknowledging his apology with a slight nod.

Much of the anger that had consumed her earlier began to fade away with Jaxen’s heartfelt admission.

She could endure their doubts and probing questions, but she would never accept being treated as though she were a criminal.

Once Katelyn had gathered her composure, she lifted her gaze to Vincent and said, “Since you’re feeling better now, I think I will head back to the hotel to continue working on my designs.”

Vincent responded with a nod, his acknowledgment clear.

The photograph that Samuel had taken was insufficient to prove anything substantial. Katelyn could easily dispel any suspicions with a plausible explanation.

As it stood, there was still no concrete evidence against her.

Just as Katelyn was about to make her exit, her phone abruptly rang, the screen lighting up with a local number from Yata.

The moment she answered the call, she was met with the sound of someone sobbing on the other end.

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