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    "Things have reached this point, there''s no reason to hide it anymore. Whose idea was it to hold a banner and carry a photo to the school gate? And whose idea was it to denuand 3 million?" Yasmine questioned directly, staring into Urena''s eyes.


    "I don''t understand what you''re saying. We''re just ordinary people, reporting to the police is the best resistance we could muster. But the police say it''s a suicide, I don''t believe it so I went to your school for an answer. As for the 3 million, not to mention, I think you owe me thatpensation, Urena said, lowering her eyes.


    Yasmine didn''t believe a word of it. "The person who gave your son chocte must be the same person who gave you those ideas, right?"


    Urena''s expression turned stern, and she decided not to answer any more of her questions.


    "Even if you don''t tell me, I can look it up. Do you know this brand of chocte?" Yasmine pulled out the chocte Timothy had just given her. "The only good thing about luxury items is that every piece can be traced. You probably don''t know, but this chocte is extremely expensive, costing thousands for just one piece. Each one has a handwritten serial number, so you can track who bought each piece."


    Velluto choctese from Preirie, and this brand is the most expensive chocte in the world, having won various global awards. It''s hard to find even in Preirie, let alone here, and it''s a limited edition, making it rare and precious. Urena would just think it''s ordinary, but to Yasmine, it''s not


    Urena''s face had gone pale. She looked incredulously at the piece of chocte, unable to believe why such an ordinary-looking thing could be worth their living expenses for several months. Why could some people just casually take out such expensive chocte from their pocket to give away? People really are different.


    Urena gave a self-mocking smile, "So what? Just because of this? That doesn''t prove someone truly gave me advice, go ahead and check."


    Yasmine kept a stern face, truly stubborn. "Madam Urena, I wille to you with evidence, just wait. I hope you can look at Teresa''s photo with a clear conscience."


    Yasmine stormed off, not going home but straight to find Morgan. "Cousin, take a look at this." She handed Morgan the chocte. "Can you check who bought this piece?"


    Without Yasmine exining further, Morgan already knew the chocte had a serial number. He looked at Yasmine in confusion, "Why do you want to check this chocte?".


    "Before Teresa got into trouble, a woman came to Teresa''s home, took Teresa away, and then the incident happened. Before leaving, she gave Teresa''s brother some chocte, and this is one of them, Yasmine exined gravely


    "You went to see Urena? Didn''t we agree to go together?" Morgan narrowed his eyes slightly, worried about his sister going alone to such a''dangerous ce.


    Yasmine pouted yfully. "Morgan, I just couldn''t hold back. Look, I''m perfectly fine, aren''t I?"


    "You have no idea how scary people online can be right now; so many of them want to hurt you. There''s no way I can be af ease. Just go home and wait for news. I''ll take care of the investigation," Morgan insisted. Yasmine looked at Morgan gratefully. Thanks, Morgan."


    In a sealed room, Yasmine and Yoselin sat across from each other. A long table was between them, with a nk sheet of paper and a pen ced nearby. Yasmine gazed softly at Yoselin. Yoselin, rx. Imagine your most exciting moment and then draw that scene". 14:29 Fri, Nov 1 G


    Although Yoselin couldn''t find a way now, she remained constantly vignt of the world. However, Yasmine could engage in simple interactions with him, like asking him to draw a picture. Patients with psychological disorders often can''tmunicate normally during an episode, but they can choose another way to express their inner needs or emotional outbursts.


    Psychologists can let them draw as a means to express their most straightforward feelings or subconscious thoughts. This is something every psychologist must learn, and Yasmine excelled in this course, achieving full marks.


    Yoselin gave Yasmine a bewildered nce and slowly picked up the pen from the table, starting to draw on the nk paper. She mused, <most exciting="" moment?="" i="" could="" hardly="" remember="" my="" most="" moment.="" it="" seemed="" to="" be="" not="" long="" ago="" when="" brother="" found="" someone="" he="" truly="" liked.=""></most>


    It seemed Yoselin had always known her brother liked someone. She slowly drew a woman on the paper and wrote two words beside it: [Yonas''s love]


    Yasmine was stunned, not quite understanding why Yoselin wrote those two words.


    Yoselin''s drawing was a sketch. Every wealthy young girl was expected to dabble in various hobbies during their childhood, like painting or ying the piano. While Yoselin hadn''t received formal training, she could manage simple sketches.


    This particr piece depicted a woman who resembled her. At first, Yoselin felt it was her likeness. However, upon noticing a ring on the woman''s raised hand, she recalled the ring on Irene''s hand during that interview.


    Yasmine let out a bitterugh. She thought, <so yoselin''s="" sketch="" is="" of="" irene.="" her="" brother''s="" love...="" could="" it="" be="" irene="" too?=""></so>


    It seems like everything started to make sense from the moment the sketch came into y. Yasmine thought, <why did="" yonas="" ignore="" my="" affairs="" as="" soon="" irene="" appeared,="" regardless="" of="" whether="" it="" was="" a="" kidnapping="" situation="" or="" not?="" if="" in="" love="" with="" yonas,="" then="" yoselin''s="" eyes,="" always="" about="" being="" her="" brother''s="" love?="" and="" where="" does="" that="" leave="" me?=""></why>


    Yoselin remained wrapped in her nket with a dazed expression. Yasmine had reced the thickforter with a nket, hoping to give Yoselin a fleeting sense of safety, as this was the only way she could feel a moment of sce.


    Originally, the n was to understand Yoselin''s inner world through this sketch. But upon seeing it, Yasmine was at a loss for analysis. Ever since this woman appeared, Yasmine''s life had been riddled with setbacks. She couldn''t quite define the feeling, but it was as though someone was carving deep cuts into her heart.


    At this point, Yasmine wasn''t in the mood for any more treatments. "Yoselin, let''s take a break today," she said, locking herself. in the room. The matter with Teresa wasn''t over yet, and she found herself in the eye of the storm, with everyone wanting a piece of the action. She had her suspicions about the source and mastermind behind all this. The limited edition choctes, the strange urrences that day, all pointed to the likelihood that Irene was the culprit pulling the strings Trom behind the scenes.


    At the Flynn residence, after the court rulingst time, Selena knew there was no hope. Her grandson was going to be the child of a criminal. Although Yvette''s ce of house arrest was nearby, due to the special nature of house arrest, they had no way to meet.


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