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Gallon was surprised. “Weren’t you not interested?”

She had never liked being involved in these conflicts.

This was really not her style.

Claire smoothed the hair that had been messed up by the wind. “My disappearance, the bewitching bug in my body, and the Gods Organization are all related to what happened three years ago and the East Continent. I don’t believe that it’s just a coincidence. Joining the Gods Organization may be able to help me find back my memory and solve the co-existence bewitching bug in me.”

“Um…” After pondering over it, Gallon seemed to make up his mind. “Okay, I’ll be with you.”

Claire smiled in the wind.

It was noisy on the other side of the phone.

“Aren’t you at home?”

“I just came out of the cemetery.” Gallon’s voice was obviously low.

Cemetery?

Claire glanced at the calendar.

It turned out that today was ‘her’ death day.

Claire didn’t know Gallon’s past. She only knew that his cell phone screensaver was a picture of a girl.

Every year on this day, he would go to visit her tomb, rain or shine.

When she hung up, another email popped in her inbox.

The content was a string of addresses and dates.

The other party was obviously asking her to meet them.

At night.

After Claire took a shower, the water dripped down from the tips of her hair to her long, beautiful neck and then her concave collarbone. There was a towel on her head.

The door was knocked at this moment.

She unwrapped a piece of candy and stuffed it in her mouth, slowly opening the door.

Ada stood outside, craning her neck. She peeked secretly into the room as if observing something.

Claire leaned against the door, blocking her sight. “What’s up?”

Only then did Ada retract her gaze in a panic, rubbed her hands, and said awkwardly, “I’d like to apologize to you, Phoebe…”

So she still came for Phoebe.

Claire felt bored and chewed up the candy with a click. “If she wants to apologize, she should come in person.”

“Well…” Ada hesitated.

After a moment of silence, she suddenly changed the subject and said with a serious face, “Claire, where did you get the gun from? Also, was what you said today true? The things in your room…”

Claire tilted her head. “Does it have anything to do with you?”

Then she slammed the door directly in her face.

In her room, Phoebe was lying on the bed, crying and kicking the quilt. “No! I don’t want to apologize to her!”

Allen frowned and looked at her in dismay. “Phoebe, you went too far this time. Do you know that you almost ruined our family? I’m very disappointed in you. Once you apologize to Claire, this matter will be over!”

Phoebe cried even louder.

Sheldon said coldly from the side, “What’s the use of crying? You should take responsibility since you’re in the wrong.”

Phoebe was taken aback. She stopped crying, and looked at Sheldon with tears in her eyes, shouting incredulously, “Brother… even you scolded me? You’re all on her side. I want to die! I want to die!”

“Alright, alright…” Ada took Phoebe into her arms and patted her back to soothe her. “Phoebe didn’t mean to say that. It must be just a joke. If she doesn’t want to apologize, how can we force her? What can Claire do to her?”

“You!” Allen was angry. “If you keep spoiling her, it will only ruin her!”

Early next morning, Claire went downstairs wearing a hat, carrying her schoolbag in her hand, which was flat.

Phoebe was sitting at the dining table. When she heard the footsteps, she turned her head.

The moment their eyes met, her face turned pale.

Claire narrowed her eyes slightly, raised her hand, and gestured at her with her fingers shaped like a gun. She aimed at her, and then silently said, “Bang!”

Phoebe shook with fright and knocked over the milk glass in her hand. The hot milk splashed on the back of her hand, causing her tears to flow from the pain.

Claire turned around and walked out of the door, smirking evilly in the morning sun. “Coward.”