Chapter 1973

Persephone felt a pang in her heart, and her throat seemed tangled. She moved her lips, but no words escaped. Blankly, she stared at Morpheus. As for how much he knew about her identity, she couldn't be certain. Despite his suspicious tone, it was unlikely he possessed extensive knowledge. Morpheus forced a smile. "After all this time, I still don't truly know who you are, Sephy. "At the same time..." He gazed into her eyes. "You don't know me either." She lowered her head, letting the breeze caress her. "It was your cousin who did all this," he said, his words light but hitting her like a hammer. She eagerly wanted to tell him that Seamus wasn't her cousin—she was the Hamertons' heiress, and he had been her loyal bodyguard since youth. How could he possibly harm her? Like a curse, the question lingered for a long time. From the two strangers on the boat to the received notes, she felt like she had entered a maze. However, signs along the way always seemed to point at someone—S