?<strong>Chapter 527:</strong>


    Lanny gripped the steering wheel tightly, his teeth clenched as he drove towards Morgan without any hesitation. After more than twenty years, his obsession was finallying to an end today.


    Beside him, Morgan felt a buzzing in her head. She nced sideways to the driver’s seat and saw Lanny’s twisted expression. His face resembled that of a demon, a figure escaped from hell to the mortal realm. Prominent blue veins pulsed on his forehead, a bead of sweat trailing down. His eyes, fiery red with age, wereced with a maniacal and cruel grin.


    This was the face that slowly merged with the one in Morgan’s memory. For a moment, Morgan stood frozen as her past memories ovepped with the present. She couldn’t distinguish between reality and her nightmares.


    Around her, the crowd’s shouts escted, yet Morgan was oblivious, her focus entirely on recognizing the man before her. He was the one she despised most, the man she had longed to kill. His name was…


    Her lips trembled as she instinctively murmured his name. “Lanny Lloyd.”


    Suddenly, there was a loud boom, followed by the screeching of tires. The crowd’s screams halted for a brief moment before a voice eximed, “Call 911!” Panic ensued, and people rushed towards the site of the ident.


    Outside the hospital, a crowd had formed. Morgan was jostled roughly, stumbling forward until her forehead struck the ground, her thoughts scattering into oblivion. A few secondster, several kind strangers helped her to her feet. In those brief moments, her sealed memories surged forward, overwhelming her senses.


    As she regained herposure, Morgan sensed something profound. She pushed through the crowd, her steps unsteady. Upon reaching the scene and seeing Dorothy lying in a pool of blood, she gasped, “Mom?”


    Dorothyy contorted, her eyes opening slowly to show a dim, fading light. Immediately, doctors and nurses converged on the scene, confirming Dorothy still had a faint heartbeat. After administering five minutes of CPR, they rushed her to the emergency room, clearing the way for urgent care.


    “Mom? Mom? Mom?” Morgan cried out as she followed the medical team, ignoring the blood that marked her own face. She continued to call to her mother, but Dorothy gave no response.


    “Mom…” Morgan’s voice broke with tears streaming down her face as she grappled with the unfolding tragedy.


    Dorothy was swiftly taken into the emergency room by the medical staff, and the door shut behind her, leaving Morgan outside. She banged on the operating room door, her voice breaking as she called out, “Mom, it’s me, J. I’ve returned, and I remember everything now. Mom, please don’t leave me. I can’t bear to lose you.”


    Morgan could never have envisioned such a reunion with her mother after more than two decades. She sank to her knees, resting her forehead against the cold door, supporting herself with her hands. It looked as though she was praying or confessing.


    Tears streamed down her face as she sobbed. “Mom, I’m so sorry. My return was dyed, and it caused you so much pain.”


    Half an hourter, Elyse and Jayden arrived at the hospital in haste. They encountered Morgan, whose face was streaked with blood. Slumped over, Morgan supported herself on her knees with her head bowed. When she heard Elyse’s voice, she slowly lifted her head with a dull expression.


    Upon noticing Morgan’s injuries, Elyse rushed towards her and expressed her concern. “You’re hurt. Why haven’t you taken care of your wounds?”


    Morgan reached out to touch Elyse’s cheek, her gaze lingering as she spoke with a rough voice. “You have Rickey’s eyes and nose, and your mother Jazmine’s lips and ears.”


    A wistful look crossed her face as she continued, “It’s no wonder I thought you looked familiar when we first met, as if I had known you from somewhere.”


    Startled by Morgan’s recognition, Elyse instinctively looked at Jayden, who was visibly shocked. He asked cautiously, “Have you truly regained your memory, J?”


    Barely able to contain her surprise, Elyse eximed, “Really? Your memory is back?”


    Morgan smiled faintly and admitted, “Yes, my memory has returned, but it’s far toote. Over twenty years have passed, and you’ve grown up.”


    As Morgan spoke those words, her eyes gradually reddened. Tears began to choke her voice as she said, “You’ve grown up without ever seeing your real parents, yet you’ve been mistaking those who murdered your dad as your family for many years.”


    There was a prolonged silence before Elyse responded with uncertainty, “My father was murdered? Are you saying Lanny killed my father?”


    This made her wonder if she had misheard Morgan.


    Morgan nodded her head firmly. “Yes, he is the one who killed your father. Lanny is your enemy!”


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