Chapter 19:Bloodline Shadows
Author: Emma Writes
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The room wasl silent,only the faint hum of the hologram filled the air — and the sound of Ethan’s heartbeat thundering in his ears.

His mother;The woman whose grave he’d visited every year,the woman who’d been buried under a name carved in marble and lies.

Alive!?"

Clara’s gaze darted between the frozen image and Ethan’s expression — cold shock cracking into disbelief.

“Ethan…” she whispered, stepping closer, “that can’t be—”

He cut her off, voice sharp, trembling at the edges.

“End the feed.”

Anya hesitated. “Sir—”

“End it!”

The projection blinked out, leaving darkness in its wake.

Ethan stood still for a long moment, the silence pressing down like a weight.

Then he spoke — quieter, deadlier.

“Where was that footage taken?”

“Old Richmond Hotel,” Anya replied softly. “Leo broadcasted from there. But there’s no signal now. Someone wiped the trace.”

“Someone?” Ethan’s jaw tightened. “You mean her.”

Clara dared to ask, “Ethan… if that really is your mother, then—”

“She’s not my mother.”
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