Chapter 1821

Venice was shocked, “Wh-What do you mean?”

Trevor’s face darkened, “I’m asking the questions here!”

Venice shook her head fearfully, “I don’t know. You should find Dillon. She knows more than I do. I only know about the infants switching. As for what really happened to the mother and whether she did anything, I honestly don’t know.

“I just wanted the money. I never thought about harming someone’s life. There were four people in the delivery room at that time. You can ask the other two.

They were responsible for the delivery. They should know more than me…”

“They are all dead.” Trevor interrupted her. He coldly stared at her and continued, “You didn’t know?”

Venice muttered with a bewildered expression, ’ Dead? How could they be dead?”

Trevor observed her expression. The fear and confusion in her eyes seemed genuine.

“Think carefully about the appearance of that man. I’ll pay you double if you’re willing to return to Hustuabourg with me and make a statement.”

Venice snapped back, her expression cold, “I won’t go back.”

She had been living abroad for over twenty years; her parents had long passed away. Now that she was approaching fifty, she just had to endure a few more years to qualify for welfare assistance. Life would eventually get better for her.

But returning to her home country might mean facing imprisonment and the disdain of her siblings. For that reason, she preferred not to go back even when her life abroad was tough. At least by staying away, her family would think she was flourishing abroad and had forgotten about them.

She could never hold her head up in front of her relatives and friends if she returned.

Trevor remained calm and said flatly, “Ms. Taylor, if you have time, please think carefully about my offer.”

He pushed his business card across the table, “If you’ve made up your mind, you can contact me at this number.”

Venice did not take the card but stuffed all the remaining money into her bag and stood up.

Trevor did not stop her. He just watched her quietly.

Venice took two steps before she turned around, clenching her fists, “Did you find that girl?”

“Yeah,” Trevor muttered.

Venice sighed in relief and murmured, “I’m glad.”

Then, she opened the door and left with the money.

Trevor did not go after her. Instead, he opened the blinds and looked at her receding figure through the window.

Not long after Venice left the cafe, a scruffy-looking mixed- race young man rushed out and tried to grab the bag from her arms.

Venice held onto it tightly, shouting, but no one intervened.

Such scenes played out here every day and were not considered unusual.

She could have called the police and sought their protection, preventing her son from approaching her.

However, she did not do it. Clearly, she still doted on her son.

The mixed-race man snatched the bag of money and shoved Venice to the ground. Her shoes fell off, and she even bumped her head, causing it to bleed.

She was kneeling on the ground, screaming about something, but the mixed race man did not even look back.

Having seen enough, Trevor stood up and said calmly, “Let’s go.”

In Vinci Rivera’s office, Aldor placed a file on Keegan’s desk. He flipped through a few pages and squinted.

“Psychology?”

Aldor nodded, “Not just any psychology. He specializes in hypnosis.”

Aldor speculated that a hypnotherapist caused Keegan’s amnesia. Otherwise, how could he have lost his memory without any injuries to his head?

Jaylene seemed interested in Keegan, so Aldor wondered if she got Dr. Stone to hypnotize him and make him forget his wife so she could take advantage of the situation.

Keegan, however, seemed to know what he was thinking. He put down the file and said calmly, “Hypnosis doesn’t have the power to change a person’s memory drastically. It can only lead people to forget certain things they don’t want to recall, usually their darkest moments.”

He would never be unwilling to think about the person he loved, but he was most probably psychologically manipulated.

He had not been able to move at all, lying on the hospital bed during those confused and hazy days.

That was the most vulnerable time for him to be psychologically manipulated.

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