Chapter 206 Twisted Truths
The moment Helen saw the insects, all the color drained from her face. Her voice trembled as she stared at the
jar. “W-What are you doing?”
Sloane picked one up between her fingers, her tone detached and cold. “They're called Blood Leeches. Once
they get inside the body, they latch onto the throat and start feeding-slowly, steadily—until the host bleeds out
from the inside.” She raised a brow. “Want to find out what that feels like, Madam Helen?”
Panic flared in Helen's eyes, but she tried to keep up the front, even as her voice shook. “You... you wouldn't
dare. You're bluffing! You're just trying to scare me!”
Sloane gave a quiet, chilling laugh and stepped closer, holding the creature inches from Helen's face. “Let's find
out.”
Helen thrashed in panic, but Sloane’s grip was like iron. She locked Helen's jaw in place, and the leech wriggled
briefly at the edge of her lips before crawling straight into her mouth.
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It slid down her throat in an instant. Helen gagged, a wave of nausea hitting her hard. She doubled over
coughing, pain etched all over her face.
Her face twisted with horror and pain as she clawed at her throat, trying to throw it up. She vomited across the
floor, but the parasite stayed buried deep.
Sloane stepped back calmly, watching with cold precision. She calmly held up a small vial of liquid and gave it a
gentle shake. “You tellwhat | want to know, and I'll give you the antidote.”
“Ill tell you! I'll tell you!” Helen finally broke. She collapsed to the floor and clung to Sloane's leg, her voice
breaking. “I'll tell you the truth! Your real parents are—"
But before she could finish, her entire body tensed.
Her expression twisted with pain. She clutched her head and let out a piercing scream. “Ahh! My head! It hurts!”
She curled up in the chair, drenched in cold sweat, her face pale and drained.
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Sloane's brow furrowed. She walked over, pulled Helen's eyelid open, and saw the burst red veins in her eyes.
Her gaze sharpened as she studied Helen's reaction. She realized that the moment Helen tried to speak about
her background, unbearable pain struck, as if sinvisible force was silencing her.
“A seal,” Sloane muttered, her tone heavy. Someone had planted a mental restriction. If Helen tried to reveal the
truth about her origins, the seal would activate and cause searing pain.
After a brief pause, Sloane raised her hand and knocked Helen out cold. She held the vial near Helen's mouth. A
moment later, the black leech slithered out and crawled back into the bottle.
She'd only ever heard of this kind of seal. She had no idea how to break it. Worse, she knew that once it was
triggered, the person who placed it would immediately know. For now, she had no choice but to let the matter
go.
Still, this confirmed it—someone out there was pulling strings behind the scenes. And whoever it was, they
weren't just dangerous. They were calculated. Experienced.
This was no ordinary person.
There was no use pushing Helen any further, for now. Sloane had her quietly returned to the Rivers estate.
Then she turned and headed for the asylum. There were things she needed to
confirm.
The director of the asylum flinched the moment he saw her. His shoulders stiffened. “Ms. Rivers-what brings you
here?”
Sloane walked in calmly, pulled out a chair, and sat down. Her tone was as cold as ever. “Where's Boone? | want
to see him.”
The director let out a huge sigh of relief. As long as she wasn’t here for him. “Right away. I'll take you to him.”
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The halls of the facility were dim and heavy with the sterile sting of disinfectant. The chipped paint on the walls
and the distant echoes of murmuring patients only added to the suffocating atmosphere.
Sloane followed the director in silence, her steps steady, her gaze razor-sharp. The man in front of her, though,
wasn't nearly so composed. Sweat dotted his forehead. His stride was shaky, uneven. And every few seconds, he
glanced nervously over his shoulder.