Chapter 1765
Maja let out a sigh of relief and immediately reached out to Nana.
Back when she was in Cania, she had a decent rapport with Nana. The question was whether Nana
would be willing to lend a hand this time around.
To her surprise, Nana was already in Greenfield. Being a native of Windhelm, it wasn''t just a
coincidence—she was on a manhunt for the culprit who''d wronged her brother.
Learning that the research facility was in trouble, Nana didn''t hesitate to offer her help.
She arrived that afternoon, and herpanion, Number Eight, was enshrouded in a ck hoodie
and masked, his features hidden from curious eyes.
Maja grabbed Nana''s hand, her face etched with gratitude.
"Thank you."
Nana''s grip tightened in response, a rare, sincere smile breaking through her usually stoic
expression.
"I should be thanking Ian. If he hadn''t destroyed the research facility, my brother wouldn''t have
come back."
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As she finished, Number Eight''s hand shot out, nervously clutching at her sleeve.
"Nana."
The boy''s voice was raspy, suggesting that he should have outgrown the voice changer by now.
Clearly, the anxiety was getting to him.
Maja, concerned about his well-being, suggested a checkup.
"Should we have someonee to examine him?"
"No need. The doctor you broughtst time was excellent. He''s recovered well physically, but
because he hasn''t interacted much with others, he''s quite shy."
After all, he was, in many ways, raised within the confines of the research facility, with only the
doctor and a few other researchers forpany. Everyone else was a non-entity to him.
His obsession had always been to find his sister, and now that he had, the flood of emotions was
overwhelming.
Nana tightened her hold on Maja''s hand. "Let''s hear your n, and we can figure out how to work
together."
The group settled into the living room couches, and Majaid out her deductions before turning to
Dn.
"Dn, does the Sanders n have any influence here in Windhelm? We need something solid,
given Bernard''s clout."
Bernard was a high flier in Windhelm, and hiswork wasn''t easily toppled.
"We do, but Bernard is held in high regard. To get others on our side, we need damning evidence
against him. Why would they trust us otherwise?"
Bernard had yed his cards close to the chest for years, and even his political rivals wouldn''t dare
move against him without a slip-up.
In their line of work, vignce was paramount.
Maja nodded, showing she understood.
Leaning back, she pondered that Bernard was soon to arrive with Ian and Patric in tow. He still had
the original research data—could he be nning to keep it to himself?
She rubbed her temples, feeling a headacheing on from trying to piece together the missing
links—Bernard''s ultimate goal, his reasons for opposing Ian, and why he''d groom a recement for
Ian.
As the pain in her head mounted, she heard Beck speak up.
"Maja, not that I doubt you, but I can''t help thinking—Bernard''s son died in that facility, and he''s
loathed the ce ever since. How could he be the puppet master? If we don’t sort this out, there
might be ws in our n."
In police work, establishing the cause of death was step one. Without it, the case fell apart.
They needed to unearth Bernard''s true motive, or none of it made sense.
A light sparked in Maja''s eyes, and she turned to Dn.
"Dn, the story of Bernard''s son dying in the facility—who released it? Is there evidence, or has it
all been Bernard''s narrative from the start?"
Dn nced at his wristwatch.
"Fitch should be here. He knows more about it, given the Haskins family''s ties to the upper
echelons."
As if on cue, the doorbell rang, announcing Fitch''s arrival.
Fitch had jetted in on a chopper, spurred by Maja''s urgent tone. He hadn''t even had time to change
out of his mud-sttered clothes, but he didn''t seem to mind.
Without looking at anyone, he settled onto the couch.
"Where''d you leave off?" he asked, hisposure bolstering Maja''s confidence.