Chapter 70
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"What's this?"

Erica was seen holding the guidebook that Andrew had shown her.

"I found it in this house. When I arrived, the book was already in this room. What do you think?"

"A guidebook? Are you saying that all of this is because of Mr. William? Is that it? I don't understand, Andrew. Don't make me guess and play these riddles. Just tell me clearly, don't be vague like this."

"Okay, as I mentioned earlier, I came to this house because William wanted me to heal him. When I arrived in this room, the guidebook was already there." Andrew pointed to the small table in the room. "I asked William about it, but he didn't admit to having the book. When I opened it, it contained information about the necklace I'm wearing. When you mentioned earlier that Mom once talked about another necklace, it reminded me of all these events. Yes, I feel like all of this was intentional."

Erica opened the guidebook, her eyes following every word written in it. Occasionally, she seemed astonished and took
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