Katelyn had already tucked her gun away and double-checked her medical kit, ensuring the imposter hadn’t tampered with it before locking it up.
“Mrs. Wheeler is in stable condition now. Should there be any changes, get in touch with me or Katelyn without delay,” Katelyn said nonchalantly as she prepared to depart with her equipment.
At that moment, the string of her mask unexpectedly snapped!
The sudden shift threw Katelyn off balance, leaving her momentarily disoriented. Her eyes widened in shock, as if someone had splashed cold water directly in her face.
It had to be when the imposter made her move. Katelyn managed to dodge in time, but in the scramble, the imposter must have sliced through the mask’s strings.
Instinct kicked in. Katelyn reached up, her fingers fumbling desperately to catch the mask before it slipped completely off.
Her back was turned to the crowd—a small, lucky break. Even if the mask fell, they wouldn’t get a good look at her face.
But as she hurried to fix it, Vincent’s sharp eyes caught something. He noticed the slight calluses on her fingers—marks of years spent holding a pen. Katelyn had calluses on the same spot.
Nearby, Neil was behind her, his gaze tracing a small, red mole just behind her ear. A mole he knew all too well, one that also marked Katelyn’s skin.
Katelyn had no idea what they were thinking. All she could focus on was getting away—and fast.
She quickened her step, but suddenly Neil’s wheelchair turned, blocking her path. His gaze pierced through her like a blade, sharp and relentless.
“Your mask is slipping, Katelyn. Why not take it off completely? How much longer are you going to keep pretending?”
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Katelyn’s breath caught in her chest. This couldn’t be happening!
The mask had barely shifted, and Katelyn had made sure to keep her face turned away from Neil. How had he figured it out? The rightful source is find~novel~net
Lise stood frozen, her eyes wide with disbelief, her hands clenched into fists at her sides. Did Neil really just say that? Was this woman, who called herself Hades, actually Katelyn?
The same Katelyn who was the famous designer Iris and also the legendary healer Hades? How had she pulled this off? How deep did her lies go?
Vincent stood off to the side, observing in silence. He was clearly waiting to see how Katelyn would explain herself. Neil wouldn’t speak with such conviction unless he had uncovered something significant.
Katelyn’s grip on the mask tightened as her eyes locked onto Neil’s with chilling coldness. “How long are you going to hang on to this? Whatever you think I am, you have no right to demand anything from me.”
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