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Susan looked meaningfully at Eason. “Now, the note I received has the number 2. Eason, do what this 2 represents?”

“I don’t know.” Eason immediately denied.

Susan narrowed her eyes. “The notes you received before had numbers too, right?”

“Susan, don’t let your imagination run wild. Actually… Eason quickly said.

you

know

Susan calmly met his gaze. “Mom told me that she also received a strange note yesterday, but you took it away before she could see what was inside. The note Mom received had the number 3 on it, didn’t it?”

Eason instinctively wanted to deny it.

But Susan was too astute.

Facing his sister’s knowing look, Eason found himself unable to utter a word.

“The numbers are decreasing day by day. If things go as expected, when the number reaches 0, that’s when they’ll make their move, Susan said, looking at Eason, “We can’t just sit here and wait for doom.”

“Susan, listen to me. Dad is surrounded by tight security. Those people can’t possibly harm him again. These notes might just be some petty threat. Eason tried to reassure her.

Those people wouldn’t bother with such trivial acts,” Susan said, looking out the window.

Alexander… was indeed in real danger.

“No matter what, Susan, I won’t allow you to do anything, Eason said sternly, “You and Dad are equally important. Nothing can happen to either of you.”

“I know.” Susan smiled faintly. “I won’t do anything reckless.”

Seeing Susan’s firm tone, Eason finally breathed a sigh of relief. “Good to know. Trust Eason, I will handle everything.”

Susan obediently agreed.

Another night passed.

If nothing unexpected happened, the number would change to 1 tomorrow.

Eason stayed up all night, trying to find a clue, his eyes bloodshot from the lack of sleep.

Ben was not around.

Those people launched an economic attack on the Tonico, and Ben led a group of elites to resist and fight back.

Susan sat alone in her room, staring at the moon hanging high outside her window, her brows furrowed in

worry.

Everyone… was busy.

All were trying to do what they could.

And she, apart from sitting here worrying, seemed to have nothing else to do.

She couldn’t help but think again of that photograph.

Timothy.

Susan pursed her lips.

Susan couldn’t understand why Timothy, even if he was still alive, would become like this? Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

The Timothy she remembered, despite his flaws, was not someone who lacked moral integrity.

How could he join such an anti–humanity organization?

Susan closed her eyes in pain.

Susan recalled Timothy’s madness before his supposed death. Back then, he was willing to abandon everything just to kidnap her. Perhaps, at that time, Timothy was already losing his sanity.

And his madness might have been partly due to her.

Maybe… she was the catalyst for this disaster.

“Exchange Susan… for Alexander’s life.” Susan murmured, her eyes deep and thoughtful.

Timothy… what exactly are you trying to do?

The next day.

The note still appeared.

While Susan was having breakfast alone, a servant with a vacant look brought the note to her.

Susan’s expression turned grim.

Previously, those delivering the notes at least tried to be discreet.

Now, they were not hiding it at all.

The servant’s eyes were off, clearly under some kind of forced control.

Susan immediately sent the servant to the hospital, but she worried about the potential long–term effects on their mind!

Such methods were beyond comprehension.

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Susan unfurled the note.

The number I was clearly written on it.

Only one day left.

Susan emotionlessly placed the note aside. She had a feeling that Timothy was pushing her, forcing her to concede, compelling her to come to him voluntarily.

But sadly, Timothy was no longer the Timothy of the past, and she was no longer the Susan of the past either.

She wasn’t the Susan who was alone anymore. She had someone by her side whom she trusted even more than herself.