Her soft murmurs didn’t go unnoticed by Lise, who was listening nearby.

Lise had just received the news of Carol’s successful surgery, though she felt a twinge of discontent. But that feeling quickly turned to intrigue when she discovered that Hades had fainted.

Seizing the opportunity, she quietly entered the room where Hades was resting.

The eerie, ghostly mask that covered Hades’ face caught her attention, and Katelyn’s feverish words from earlier echoed in Lise’s mind.

Who could Hades’ grandmother really be?

An unbelievable thought flashed through Lise’s mind. Could it be Katelyn behind the mask?

A sharp glint flickered in her eyes. If it truly was Katelyn, she wouldn’t let her escape.

“Katelyn, what are you thinking? If you run now, it will only strengthen the suspicions surrounding you!”

Despite her words, deep down, Lise secretly hoped Katelyn would escape. That way, even if Katelyn was innocent, the blame would be instantly cast upon her.

But Katelyn had no intention of succumbing to Lise’s manipulations any longer. Without hesitation, she grabbed Lise and slammed her against the wall.

“Ah!” Lise screamed, her face contorting in pain. It felt as though her waist had been shattered.

Neil’s expression darkened with rage.

“Katelyn!” he shouted.

But Katelyn wasn’t finished. She shoved Neil’s wheelchair with force and kicked him again. Already confined to the chair, Neil tumbled to the floor.

Lise scrambled to help him up.

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Katelyn glanced at Neil’s fallen form. For a brief moment, a flicker of uncertainty rose within her, but she knew this wasn’t the time for doubts. Original content can be found at findnovel.net

“I don’t have time to waste arguing with you two fools. I’m going to find Hades and save Grandma. Afterward, I’ll come back and settle the score with you both,” she declared, her voice cold and determined.

If their actions endangered Carol’s recovery, Katelyn would make sure they paid the price.

Lise gritted her teeth as she struggled to assist Neil, her waist still throbbing in pain.

“Neil, has Katelyn completely lost her mind? That kick really hurt my back!” she complained, wincing.

But Neil was too enraged to pay attention to her complaints. His dark, menacing gaze never left Katelyn’s retreating form.

He took out his phone and dialed his assistant.

“Follow Katelyn and see where she’s headed.”

As Lise carefully reached to lift the mask, another hand suddenly stopped her.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Vincent’s voice cut through the tension as he caught her hand.

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