Ezra refused to believe I was dead. Even though the police had recovered cremated remains from the ashes of the ruined estate and the medical examiner had issued a death certificate, he firmly believed the DNA comparison was flawed.
"Rosalind is too smart, so she couldn't have just sat there waiting to die," he told anyone who would listen, his eyes flashing with a sickening, obsessive frenzy.
After being kicked out of the Vance family, he sold off the last sports car and a few luxury watches tied to his personal accounts. He used every single penny to hire private investigators. Like a madman, he searched through galleries, art museums, and even neurosurgery wards in major cities across the country, desperately hunting for a young woman around my age with a crippled right hand.
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