After a few laps around Richard Buchanan's office, despair settled in Jack's heart, but he was determined not to give up so easily. "Okay, we're going back," Jack said in a voice that reflected a mix of frustration and determination. Even though he seemed to have given up, Jack still maintained his enthusiasm to find out where Richard Buchanan was.However, before they could really continue their journey, Jack's sharp eyes caught a suspicious movement in the bushes on the side of the road. "Wait a minute," shouted Jack suddenly, stopping them in their tracks. His suspicions were not in vain, and Jack immediately got out of the car with careful steps."You can see something over there," said Jack, signaling to his bodyguards to remain alert. With cautious steps, Jack approached the bushes, feeling the ground covered by the darkness of night. Something that looked like a handkerchief seemed to be stuck there, and Jack felt as if he had found a clue that might be important."Bodyguard, s
Jack felt the changes coursing through him as the system incorporated his newly acquired memory reading abilities. It was as if an invisible, but incredibly powerful, flow of energy flowed through every fiber of his body. The sensation was akin to an electric current passing through his skin, giving off an intense and overwhelming impression.However, along with the power flooding through him, Jack also felt a light, unpleasant sensation. Like pain that creeps in slowly, giving the impression of discomfort in every joint and muscle. Like fine thorns sticking into his flesh, but enough to make him feel disturbed.He closed his eyes to ride out the surging waves of change. The uncomfortable feeling couldn't be ignored, but Jack's resolve remained strong. This is the price that must be paid to gain a deeper understanding of the events that occurred.When Jack opened his eyes, he felt something different. The world around him seemed to acquire an additional dimension. The toilet room, whi
When Detective Smith and Detective Jones arrived at the hospital with steady steps, the ceiling of the hospital corridor almost seemed to vibrate with urgency. They approached Jack, who was waiting anxiously in the corner of the room. Detective Smith, with an uncompromisingly serious face, conveyed the purpose of his arrival, "Mr. Ashworth, we need to immediately get your testimony regarding this incident. There are several questions that need to be answered."Jack, though filled with worry, gave a curt nod of approval. He realizes that working with the police may be the key to uncovering the truth behind this mysterious incident. Detective Jones, with a skeptical expression, added, "We can't just rely on your intuition, Ashworth. We need concrete facts."When the questions started, Jack gave detailed and emotional answers. "I received a call from Mr. Buchanan, and he sounded very rushed. However, the call was suddenly disconnected, and I couldn't get back to him. I'm sure this wasn't
The doctor seemed to be at the end of his patience but still maintained his professionalism. Detective Smith and Detective Jones, who had witnessed his weary expression, looked at him with unspoken anticipation. The room was full of tension and worry, like a stage where the drama of life and death was being performed."The emergency surgery was successful," said the doctor in a voice that sounded almost fragile. He stepped closer to the two detectives, looking at them with eyes that reflected the heavy weight on his shoulders. "However, Mr. Buchanan is still not past the critical stage. Several punctures caused significant blood loss, although they did not affect his vital organs."Detective Smith, without waiting any longer, interjected his question, "Can you provide any further details regarding his injuries?"The doctor pondered for a moment as if he was looking for the right words to describe his patient's critical condition. "There were lacerations and two knife stabs in his stom
Carefully, Jack closed and locked the door to the treatment room, making sure nothing disturbed him during the process of entering Richard's memory. With a deep breath, Jack touched Richard Buchanan's hand gently. A moment later, a strange sensation slipped through his fingertips, and Jack felt the memory of Richard Buchanan creep into his mind. Jack's eyes changed, as if they merged with Richard's world view.Jack felt the atmosphere of Richard Buchanan's office sink into him, as if he were there himself. The man looked through Richard's eyes, eyes full of worry and uncertainty. The news of Daniel Collins' arrest seemed to be the starting point of a series of unexpected events.His office was filled with a tense atmosphere, and Richard immediately stepped out of his study with hasty steps. Heading straight to the parking lot at the office, the phone was already answered, and Jack heard the urgency in Richard's voice."Jack, this is Richard Buchanan," said Richard.Jack responded seri
Jack's room was bathed in soft twilight lighting, creating a peaceful atmosphere that seemed to immerse him in the lap of dreamland. He felt like he was floating in boundless calm, free from the burden of thoughts and anxieties that often haunted him in the real world. For several hours, his sleep was completely uninterrupted, giving him a deep rest.However, as dusk gradually turned into night, the atmosphere of Jack's dream world changed. Like gentle dance movements, the warm atmosphere was replaced by a more mystical atmosphere. Jack felt like he was being dragged into another dimension, a place where memories and shadows came to life.In front of him, as if incarnated from a fantasy, appeared Caine and Elena Harrison, his biological parents. This time, their faces were radiant, without a trace of the suffering etched in their previous dreams. Jack, even though he was in dreamland, could feel the real touch of his mother's arms.Elena approached Jack with tenderness. "You did the g
Brandon pondered for a moment, his eyes focused on thinking about the next step in this legal battle. In the quiet office, only the sound of the wall clock ticking could be heard, creating a tense atmosphere that hung in the air.“Jack,” Brandon finally spoke in a low, thoughtful voice, “we can't avoid DNA testing. It's the only legal and definitive way to prove your heritage as part of the Harrison family. Even though it's difficult, we have to find a way to get a sample of your parents' DNA."Jack took Brandon's every word seriously. Even though he was ready for that answer, the truth spoken by his lawyer made it even more real."I'm ready to do it, Brandon. But where can we find DNA samples from my parents?" Jack asked in a cautious voice as if trying to solve the complicated puzzle that was in front of him.Brandon nodded, "That's a difficult question, Jack. Both of your parents probably left genetic traces somewhere. Can you think of any places or personal items that might be ass
Jack sat on the sofa with a cup of warm tea in his hand, looking out the window dotted with raindrops. The peaceful air in the mansion provided a contrast to the inner war he was facing. After a few moments of silence, Jack decided to share his thoughts with Ashley."Ash, I thought about giving up my rights as heir to the Harrison family," he said in a low voice, trying to convey what was in his heart. "Sometimes, it feels like it's too much, and I think maybe it would be better if I lived without this burden."Ashley listened attentively, realizing that this was an important moment for Jack to talk about his feelings. "Jack, you've been through so much. I can understand if it's too hard for you."Jack stared into his cup of tea, "But then I thought again. My biological father and mother had lost their lives, and it shouldn't be in vain. I don't want everything they built to end up in the hands of the wrong people. I want them to be at peace in nature, and I want to take back what sho