Chapter 1771


    As dusk settled in, a courier delivered a letter to Maja''s doorstep, a letter that mentioned the human


    experiments that had befallen Sarah.


    Maja, who had been the picture of calm, became utterly disheveled after reading the contents. She


    poured over each word, starting to doubt her own grasp of thenguage. So, it wasn''t just Patrick


    who was part of a sessful experiment, but Sarah as well?


    Lillian''s memories resided within Sarah''s body, and now those memories were awakening? No


    wonder she always felt Sarah''s gaze upon her was fraught withplexity, as if there were a


    torrent of words waiting to burst forth, yet suppressed.


    She rubbed her temples, suddenly recalling Lillian''s body,id to rest in the catbs beneath


    Forbidden Ind, now sealed away forever, along with her.


    Lillian was the one Maja had been searching for all these years, and to receive such news so


    abruptly left her unable to find herposure.


    She tried to call Sarah, but the phone just rang unanswered. Unable to wait even a second, Maja


    reached out to Beck.


    Beck had never set foot inside the research base and was clueless about what Ian and others had


    encountered there. He only knew of Sarah''s brilliance, her creation of an antidote for his father, and


    her constant presence by his father''s side.


    But this time, with Ian''s incident, Sarah had traveled all the way from North America to Greenfield.


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    Silence enveloped Beck as he read the letter.


    He and Dn had mostly known the impostor Cynthia. They didn''t know when their real mother had


    been swapped over. The fake Cynthia had maintained a polite distance during her years among the


    Sanders family, never once having a heart-to-heart with her sons.


    Their visit to Forbidden Ind and the encounter with the real Cynthiater had been heart-


    wrenching.


    Just as they hade to terms with Cynthia''s death, this revtion had sprung up. No wonder


    Sarah had kept this from them - she was as tormented by her identity as Patrick was.


    This was the cruelty of such experiments, the reason why human experimentation was banned - it


    was a grant vition of fundamental human rights.


    Beck didn''t know what to say and rubbed his temples in frustration.


    Dn, on the other hand, seemed rtivelyposed; he had suspected something off about


    Sarah during his time at the research base. Her subsequent care for the Sanders family had raised


    his suspicions, and now that they were confirmed, he found himself quicklying to terms with the


    truth.


    If Sarah currently harbored Cynthia''s memories, then she likely bore no malice towards Maja;


    perhaps she genuinely wanted to help Ian develop an antidote.


    "Dn, Beck, I can''t reach Sarah on her phone. Could something have happened to her? And who


    sent us this letter? If it was Bernard''s doing, what''s in it for him?"


    Bernard was a man who never yed by the book; with the fake Ian still unounted for, who knew


    what he nned to do with him.


    Sitting on the couch, Maja mulled over it, her head a bit aching. Meanwhile, Fitch had purchased


    flowers and made his way to the cemetery.


    Every year on this date, he visited Yvonne''s grave.


    Bernard had personally chosen the site for Yvonne''s resting ce. Their love had been profound,


    and upon her death, Bernard''s hair turned white overnight, aging him beyond his years.


    Fitchid the bouquet in front of the tombstone, and sighed as he looked at the photograph of the


    gentle woman.