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    Most remainedpletely ignorant that Cole had once carried the Psychephrenia gene, much less that Elliana had been his savior, having cured his illness. To justify Cole’splete memory loss regarding her, Ruben had simply exined that Cole had sustained a head injury during an ident.

    Since Cole had forgotten Elliana entirely and nned to marry Wanda, nobody protested when Rubenmanded the family to cut all ties with Elliana. Only Jeff and Lance harbored resentment toward the directive, but with their minimal influence within the family, they were forced to swallow their objections.

    Therefore, when news broke of Elliana’s sudden death in a car ident, most family members regarded it as the unfortunate destiny of an outsider. She was simply Cole’s former wife, a woman he couldn’t even recall. Her existence and demise no longer held any significance for them.

    Only Jeff and Lance wept without restraint, their eyes crimson and swollen, though their anguish passed unnoticed by most.

    Ruben and Jarrett, the few keepers of the murder’s truth, carried a devastation so profound that they dared not let it surface.

    Emmanuel, unaware of the killing but knowing Elliana as the AI prodigy River, experienced a devastating hollow in his chest. He had always revered her exceptional mind, and her death carved out a silent, bottomless grief within him.

    Louisa, blind to both the murder and Elliana’s hidden genius, grieved nheless. After all, Elliana had served as her son’s cherished mentor.

    Bertram, who had little interaction with Elliana, maintained his stone-facedposure.

    Jason’s brow furrowed into deep lines, his silence masking the storm of conflicted emotions churning beneath.

    Trinity, another keeper of the deadly secret, practically glowed with private celebration. Every humiliating defeat Elliana had dealt her now transformed into sweet, vindicated triumph.

    Irene, who had harbored nothing but hatred for Elliana, trembled with barely contained delight, swallowing back victoriousughter again and again.

    Irene’s smug gaze swept the room before settling on Jeff, his eyes puffy and red. She couldn’t tolerate the sight. Her palm flew through the air and connected with his cheek, and the sharp crack of impact shattered the room’s quiet. “You pathetic child!” she snarled. “What are you blubbering about? I’m not the one who’s dead. Who exactly are you performing this ridiculous disy for?”

    Already heartbroken, Jeff cried out as the p’s fire spread across his cheek. His broken sobs intensified. “Elliana’s gone,” he choked out. “Can’t I even mourn her?”

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    Watching her own son weep for the woman she despised sent fresh rage coursing through Irene’s veins. “You absolute fool! Have youpletely lost your senses?” she screamed, her hand rising for another strike.

    “Enough.” Jason’s voice sliced through the chaos like a de. “Jeff isn’t the problem here—you are.”

    He held her zing stare without wavering. “Despite everything, Elliana belonged to this family once, and we owed her more than we ever repaid. Now that she’s gone, Jeff’s sorrow is perfectly natural. You’re the one behaving monstrously.”

    His words carried the chill of winter frost. Irene’s hand suspended mid-strike, her arm trembling with suppressed fury. She shot Jason a look of pure venom before slowly, grudgingly, letting her hand fall.

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