Gratitude, even after a brutal beating… The old Sophia would’ve never taken this lying down. She would’ve fought back, or at least cursed under her breath. But now? She was so… submissive.

Just then, T glanced toward the room behind him and gave an order. “Check her body. See how the toxins are doing.”

Katelyn paused. That single command told her everything. T knew what had happened between her and Sophia—otherwise, he wouldn’t have given that order.

Did his control really run that deep, or… had Sophia told him herself?

Katelyn couldn’t be sure as Sophia was behaving strangely. An enemy—yet sometimes, not quite. Despite everything Sophia had done, there was something unreadable about her.

To Katelyn, Sophia was becoming more of an enigma with every passing moment. Katelyn realized she had never truly understood Sophia.

She shoved the thought aside. Now wasn’t the time for doubts. She had to break through that defense system—now—or Samuel and his team would be discovered. And if that happened, they were as good as dead. Fingers flying across the keys, Katelyn resumed her assault on the system.

Meanwhile, inside the courtyard, T’s subordinates moved in. Clad in white coats, clearly medical professionals, they swiftly began their examination of Sophia’s body.

Blood was drawn, samples were tested, and results were processed—all in under fifteen minutes. They got their results.

One of them stepped forward and handed over a report, bowing. “Sir, this is Miss Spencer’s latest test report. Please review it.”

T took the papers, scanning them slowly. A smirk played on his lips. “Well, well… I thought Katelyn only had some superficial knowledge of medicine. I didn’t expect her to purge ninety percent of the toxins from your body. That’s impressive.”

He’d always known Katelyn had a talent for jewelry design and a few other things—but this? Medicine? That required years of study and practice. Yet she’d managed to remove nearly all of the toxins from Sophia.

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Suddenly, he paused, a cold realization dawning. His eyes narrowed as he stared at Sophia, who was still kneeling. “So… Katelyn’s medical skills are that good?”

He already knew the answer, but he wanted to hear it from her.

Sophia knew exactly why he was asking. She met his gaze and nodded. “Yes. You should know—I’ve always hated Katelyn. We trained under the same mentor, but she was always better. Always praised. Always one step ahead.”

That envy had driven Sophia to extremes. She had tried everything to surpass Katelyn. And now, here she was.

But T wasn’t interested in her envy. His mind was turning, considering a possibility—Since Katelyn was also extraordinary in medicine, could…

A wild thought suddenly popped into T’s head—it sounded crazy, but he couldn’t help staring at Sophia and muttering, “Could Katelyn be Hades?”

Right then, T sucked in a sharp breath, stunned. If Katelyn was really Hades, then he would never be able to have the person he’d been searching for all along stand in front of him—Katelyn was dead, which meant Hades was dead too. Could his carefully orchestrated plan still move forward now?

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