Memories flashed of being taken by traffickers at age four.

The memory of being beaten at three also surfaced.

Most children have no memories from age three.

But she remembered that beating clearly.

Perhaps her obsession ran too deep.

In the dream, she finally heard Linda Lowell's furious shouts.

"My daughter deserves a life of luxury!"

"You belong rotting in the gutter!"

Evelyn Ross gave a wry smile.

She hadn't had this dream in years.

Our dreams reflect our daily thoughts.

She often dreamed of becoming Isabella Ashcroft as a child.

Sophia Ashcroft was her mother...

Mason Evans asked softly, "What about ages three and four?"

"...Nothing."

Evelyn didn't want to discuss the past.

Her body was unique.

The anemia symptoms gradually disappeared after iron infusion.

She had mostly recovered now.

She needed two more days of IV iron supplementation.

Her body couldn't handle too much at once.

She picked up her phone and browsed Twitter.

Her account, Reporter Nan, had some fame in journalism circles.

A fan named Ethan Young had commented.

He had followed her for over two years.

Evelyn's latest comment read: "Reporter Nan, I won't back down this time either! I'll expose the truth fearlessly like you! If you see this, please wish me luck."

Evelyn frowned slightly.

The hospital room door knocked.

Grace Lorenz entered with Liam Lowell.

Liam kept his head down, looking timid.

He glanced at Evelyn and immediately looked down. "Cousin..."

Evelyn wasn't close to the Lowell family.

Leo Lowell only asked her for money.

This cousin worked hard to get into San Francisco University.

She asked flatly, "What is it?"

Liam presented a document. "I came to deliver the Letter of Forgiveness."

Evelyn was stunned.

Liam looked at Captain Durant beside him.

His eyes reddened. "I asked a lawyer. With this, the maximum sentence is ten years."

He lowered his head. "Cousin, I panicked when I called the police... I didn't mean to... My father brought this on himself... It's my fault you were detained..."

Captain Durant frowned. "Even if he was bad, the law should punish him. Not private action."

Liam's eyes reddened as he shouted hoarsely, "I called the police before! I reported his gambling. You only held him for a month before releasing him. He kept gambling. Lost our house. Mom ran off with someone. I had nowhere to live... He stole my scholarship money! If this happens to his own son, imagine my cousin? You don't understand our suffering. Don't judge from your moral high ground!"

He wiped his tears. "I know I shouldn't say this. I was shocked when he died. But now I just feel relieved."

He crouched, covering his face. "I'm terrible. I feel relieved my father is dead. Even with his five hundred thousand debt, I see hope... You don't understand. He was a bottomless pit alive."

His crying was suppressed and heavy.

Captain Durant stayed silent, face stern.

Only sobs filled the hospital room.

Evelyn remained quiet.

She appeared successful but suffered inside.

She wasn't much better off than Liam.

At least Leo never let him go hungry...

After a long while, Liam stopped crying.

He wiped his tears and stood. "Sorry for losing control."

"It's fine." Captain Durant patted his shoulder. "Everyone understands."

Evelyn spoke slowly. "Thank you for the letter, but I don't need it. I didn't kill him."

Liam was stunned. "Cousin, I asked. Pleading guilty gets at most three years. Not pleading could mean over ten..."

"I know."

Evelyn's tone was calm. "But I didn't kill him."

Liam was silent for a moment.

He asked Captain Durant a naive question. "As his son, can I drop the charges?"

Captain Durant shook his head. "This is a criminal case. We pursue it regardless of your wishes."

Liam clenched his jaw and looked at Evelyn. "Then I can't help you."

Evelyn said lightly, "It's fine."

Liam lowered his head. "Rest well, cousin. I'll go now..."

"Okay."

Liam stopped at the door.

He looked at Captain Durant. "Captain Durant, can I have the money from the scene first? It's all borrowed from classmates..."

The bills were scattered on the ground, stained with blood.

They were kept as evidence at the station.

Captain Durant shook his head. "Station rules. Evidence can't be released yet. We'll return it after confirming no more clues."

Liam hung his head. "That's my classmates' living expenses for next month... I promised to repay quickly."

Everyone had experienced working through college.

They knew every dollar earned had its purpose.

Losing twenty thousand suddenly would strain his classmates.

Evelyn narrowed her peach blossom eyes.

She suddenly spoke. "Wait."

Liam turned back.

Evelyn picked up her phone. "I'll have James bring twenty thousand cash for emergency."

Liam's eyes lit up. "Thank you, cousin. I'll repay you once the station processes the money."

Evelyn texted James.

Soon, James arrived with twenty thousand cash.

He handed it to Liam.

Liam's eyes reddened again.

He took the money. "Cousin, Dad took a lot from you over the years. I'll repay you when I earn money."

"Not necessary. He is him. You are you."

As she spoke, a click sounded at the door.

Everyone turned.

A thin man stood there, nervously filming with his phone.

Discovered, he rushed in. "Liam Lowell! Monetary exchange after all! You don't deserve to be a son!"

He looked at Evelyn.

Seeing her rosy complexion, no sign of illness.

He sneered. "Bail for near death? This is near death?"

He pointed his phone at Evelyn, filming. "Rich heirs get special treatment? Any excuse for bail?"

He looked at Captain Durant. "Is this your fair law enforcement?"

Captain Durant frowned deeply. "Reporters aren't allowed in. Please leave!"

"I won't leave!" The reporter excitedly aimed the camera at them. "I'm live streaming! Every second broadcasts. I must expose you!"

Captain Durant stepped forward to grab the phone. "You're violating privacy rights!"

"The case is unclear. Many evade justice. Citizens deserve the truth!"

The young reporter showed no fear.

Captain Durant took the phone, ending the stream.

Angrily, he said, "Your name? Which paper? We will hold you accountable!"

The young reporter sneered. "Don't threaten me. My idol is Reporter Nan! She fearlessly reported corporate pollution. I fear nothing for the truth!"

Evelyn was stunned.

Remembering the Twitter message, she asked surprised, "Are you Ethan Young?"

The young reporter paused. "How did you know?"