Charlie felt a jolt in his heart at the words spoken by the elderly woman.


    He realized, almost instinctively, that this olddy had not been affected by his aura, contrary to his earlier assumptions.


    This revtion was unprecedented in Charlie’s understanding of his abilities.


    Thus, he began to ponder whether the olddy might possess some form of aura herself.


    Curious, he cautiously inquired, “Grandma, why do you ask that?”<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    Noticing Charlie’s guarded demeanor, the olddy replied candidly, “Young man, I’m merely specting.”


    She took a brief pause before continuing, “When I was rescued from Mexico by those brave heroes, I noticed that not only I and my youngest son, but everyone else in the vehicle had lost their memories. While we all remembered how we were captured and endured torture, the details of our rescue remained a blur.”


    “The heroes mentioned that they used some sort of tear gas or something simr, iming it caused our memory loss. At first, I epted that exnation, but soon I realized something else…”


    As she spoke, the olddy absentmindedly touched her right wrist and said earnestly, “I had an ancestral bracelet. It resembled a spatha and, despite its appearance, I was sure it held great value to me. Before my memory faded, I distinctly remember having it on, but after regaining consciousness on the bus, it was gone…”


    She hurriedly added, “Young man, please don’t misunderstand. I don’t suspect that anyone stole it. Instead, I’m concerned that I might have given it away during my memory loss. After all, it looked insignificant, and in that chaotic moment, no one would have taken it. The only exnation is that I removed it myself.”


    After a brief pause, the olddy fixed her gaze on Charlie and stated earnestly, “That bracelet is incredibly important to me. It has been in our family for over a thousand years. I wouldn’t have taken it out unless absolutely necessary. Hence, I personally believe I must have given it to my benefactor during my amnesia, but I can’t fathom what kind of supernatural power they had to erase so many of our memories.”


    Charlie felt an even greater shock upon hearing this.


    Initially, he thought the olddy’s sudden inquiry about being their mother’s savior indicated she had somehow be immune to his aura.


    However, he never anticipated that this octogenarian would possess such sharp logical reasoning.


    She skillfully pieced together the events surrounding her memory loss, concluding that someone had deliberately erased it.


    Isaac Cameron, who stood nearby, was equally taken aback.


    He was aware of Charlie’s immense abilities, yet he was astonished that an elderly woman in a remote mountain area could deduce such insights from limited information.


    Charlie’s mind was racing at that moment.


    He hadn’t foreseen that the olddy would demonstrate such cognitive prowess, and now the pressing issue was how to address the situation before him.


    While he could erase all memories rted to Mexico to protect his identity, he recognized that this would be inhumane.


    Moreover, Charlie sensed that even though the olddy had seen through him, she harbored no ill intentions, which meant he need not be overly cautious.<fn542a> For more chapters visit find?novel</fn542a>


    Since she had already broached the subject, he thought it best to speak openly. This would allow him to gain a clearer understanding of her identity and background.


    With this resolution, Charlie decided to drop his facade and said earnestly, “Grandma, I brought a group of Chinese members to Mexico to hunt down the dangerous Juarez. In the process, I discovered that they were holding many innocent people captive. So I took it upon myself to rescue you all and ensure your safe return home.”