Chapter 8
In the hospital, Adelina stood by the window, her gaze fixed on the distant blaze lighting up the night sky.
Her face was a mask of stoic calm, as if the chaos unfolding was exactly what she’d anticipated.
Her phone buzzed with a single anonymous text.
It read, “He’s dead.”
Without a flicker of emotion, she deleted the message.
The door to the room creaked open, and a doctor in a crisp white coat stepped in.
“Ms. Moran, Judson’s awake.”
“Okay.”
Adelina nodded and made her way to his room.
Judson lay on the hospital bed, his face pale but his eyes lighting up when he saw her. He struggled to sit up, wincing with the effort.
“Don’t move,” Adelina said, gently pressing him back down.
“Why?” Judson’s voice trembled with confusion and hurt.
“Why’d you knock me out?
“Why didn’t you let me finish Rebecca off?”
Adelina didn’t answer immediately. She studied him quietly, then spoke slowly.
“Judson, you’re my brother, aren’t you?”
Judson’s body jolted, his eyes welling up instantly.
“You… you remember?”
Adelina nodded.
That was right. She remembered. Everything had come flooding back.
Judson wasn’t just her colleague–he was her older brother, her flesh and blood.
Years ago, their family had been torn apart by a vicious betrayal.
Their parents perished in a brutal attack, and she and Judson were ripped from each other’s lives.
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Her memories had been erased, and she was sent to an orphanage before being adopted by the Moran family. Judson, meanwhile, buried his identity and clawed his way through the police academy, rising to deputy captain. Every step he took was fueled by a burning need for vengeance, a vow to uncover the truth behind their family’s tragedy.
And Maurice was one of the masterminds behind that slaughter.
“When did you know?” Judson’s voice quivered, raw with emotion.
“When you called me Lina on the rooftop,” Adelina said, her tone quiet.
That single, heartfelt “Lina” had shattered the walls around her buried memories. In that moment, the past roared back to life.
She recalled the warmth of her parents‘ smiles, the inferno that consumed their home, and the desperate grip of her brother’s hand as he dragged her away from death.
“Judson, you’ve carried this burden alone for so long,” she said, her voice softening with a rare warmth.
Tears spilled down Judson’s cheeks, unchecked and unashamed.
“It was worth it… as long as you’re alive.”
After being separated for years, the siblings finally found each other again.
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