?<strong>Chapter 946:</strong>


    Allison was shocked by what she had heard. She had never imagined that the Lloyd family was so tangled.


    Suddenly, she seemed to recall something and pulled out the snake-shaped bracelet and the earring, holding them in her hand. “Kinslee, do you recognize these?”


    Kinslee frowned and looked at the items. She then reached for her reading sses from the nearby drawer and examined them closely.


    “I remember this snake bracelet — it belonged to Lily. But I don’t recognize the earring.”


    “Do you remember if she said anything before she left?” Allison asked, her voiceced with curiosity.


    “I think she did say something…” Kinslee thought hard. Her head throbbed, but she didn’t want to stop. This was one of those rare moments when things seemed clear.


    “Lily mentioned something back then about leaving a code in aputer game. Maybe you could reach her through that…” Kinslee didn’t care much for games. She was getting old, and her memory had slipped a lot.


    By the end, her voice had weakened, almost uncertain.


    “Ken, why aren’t you at school yet?”


    The pain seemed to have lingering effects on her. Her body instinctively shut down, making Kinslee forget everything once more. She couldn’t even recall the person she had been talking to just moments ago.


    “Youngdy, who are you? Why are you in my room?”


    Allison stood frozen. “Kinslee…”


    There were still so many questions she hadn’t asked. Ken understood too. Kinslee needed to rest now. The brief moment of rity had faded awaypletely. No one knew when the next clear moment woulde or how long it couldst.


    “Allison, we’ll get another chance.”


    Ken helped Allison to her feet, then gently calmed Kinslee down.


    “Kinslee, we’re the caregivers. You need to rest.”


    “Oh, so you’re the caregivers?” Kinslee waved them off. “Alright, leave me alone for a bit. I remember Gianna said yesterday she wanted to make a ne for the child, but I can’t quite remember…”


    At the sound of her words, Ken stopped in his tracks. It felt as though an invisible hand was squeezing his heart.


    “Ken, I’m here.” Allison reached out and took his hand, their fingers locking together.


    They walked side by side, offering each other silent support.


    “I’m fine.”


    Ken lowered his head, his face hidden in shadow. Even if it meant facing his own father, he was ready to take him down.


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