A frown formed on Katelyn’s lips. If Sophia was telling the truth, then their leader was extremely cautious. Why go to such lengths? Was he someone close to them? Was that why he was so careful?

That was the only possibility Katelyn could think of. After all, Yata’s criminal underworld wasn’t as tightly regulated as her homeland. There was no real need for disguises. It could only be someone close to them.

But then, why would this person want her dead so badly? How deep did their hatred run?

Sophia, recalling her experiences, added, “But one thing I’m sure of—he’s from Yata. Even with the voice modifier, I could still hear the subtle accent.”

She had been captured in Yata. And the T Organization’s headquarters were originally based there. It all pointed to Yata.

As she spoke, Sophia’s eyelids grew heavy. Her injuries were severe, she had lost a lot of blood, and she had narrowly escaped death. Sleep was already pulling her under as she murmured, “Katelyn… believe me, they want you dead. Get out of here. Go home while you still can. I’m only telling you this because you saved my life.”

Before Katelyn could respond, Sophia drifted into deep sleep.

Katelyn said nothing. What Sophia had said seemed valuable, but in reality, it gave her little to work with. And going home? She still hadn’t uncovered the truth about her mother’s case. Leaving now was not an option.

Since she hadn’t gotten the answers she needed, she saw no reason to stay. She turned and walked to the door.

Without looking back, she instructed, “Make sure she doesn’t leave this room. No matter what.”

The guards posted at the door responded immediately, “Understood!” With the room secured and a strict security system in place, escaping would be nearly impossible for Sophia—unless she somehow broke through the door.

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But Katelyn had stationed more guards outside as well.

As the sound of Katelyn’s footsteps faded, Sophia, who had been lying motionless on the bed, slowly opened her eyes. A cold, deadly glint flashed in them. She had made up her mind. If she was going down, she would take them all with her.

Katelyn stepped into the main building, finding Alfy and Jaxen perched anxiously on the living room sofa. Their faces were etched with frustration, but they had stayed, waiting.

The moment Alfy caught sight of Katelyn, her eyes sparked with relief as she rushed forward. “Are you alright? Are you hurt? What exactly happened with the explosion just now?” The questions tumbled out of her mouth in a breathless cascade of worry.

Katelyn’s heart warmed at Alfy’s concern, and she offered a reassuring smile. “I’m fine. Don’t worry. See? Not a scratch on me.” She kept her other thoughts carefully locked away.

Relief washed over Alfy’s features as she studied Katelyn’s face, finally nodding. “Okay.”

With sisterly tenderness, Katelyn squeezed Alfy’s shoulder. “It’s getting late. You should get some rest, or the sun will catch you still awake.”

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