Amelia’s memory was astonishingly sharp. It was as if she still had the layout of Yellow Mountain Village mapped out in her mind.
“That family was heavily poisoned by me. They shouldn’t be in the village anymore—they’re probably heading somewhere for treatment. I suggest splitting into two teams and checking the county hospital.”
Carl listened quietly, never interrupting.
Amelia looked at him seriously. “Bring that couple to me. I have questions for them.”
Carl rolled his prayer beads between his fingers, wasting no words. “Alright.”
This was exactly why Amelia liked dealing with him.
He was always calm and easy to be around.
Never asking unnecessary questions—just helping her.
Edgar wanted to say something but didn’t know where to start.
Was his second sister really switched at b
