"You’re back?"
"Or did you see a ghost?" She chuckled and reached out, "Hand it over."
Elliot Gill placed the necklace he had been holding into her hand, "Is everyone rescued?"
"Didn’t you watch the news?" She sat beside him, "There was an explosion at the Presidential Mansion’s oil depot, right next to the prison. Flora Palr didn’t escape, and I only got help from the Second Highness to get out."
"My phone was off, so I didn’t see any news." He clutched his chest, "Seeing you safe makes feel alive."
"If we loved each other hundreds of years ago, that was a matter of the past. Elliot, don’t be so obsessed. So things you need to let go."
"It’s easy to advise others, but you don’t have mories of that lifeti. When you do rember, you’ll know those events aren’t distant; they aren’t past tense but have existed all along."
Lucy Eaton did not deny his words but hoped he would let go, as she was sure she couldn’t return his feelings.
"I want to ask you a question, and I hope you answer honestly."
"Go ahead."
"Hundreds of years ago, was I burnt by fire?"
"Yes, you rembered?"
"I dreamt it. Can you describe the circumstances of my being burnt? I want to verify if it’s a mory from my past life."
Elliot Gill didn’t conceal, "The past was a ti of blind faith, I an the power of language. If most believed sothing was right, others would conform without discernnt. In that social context, you beca the target. That year, there was a drought, compounded by natural disasters. As you can imagine, the public lived in dire straits. Soone rumored that you were the culprit, claiming your birth date conflicted with Country A’s national fortune. Many believed this, demanding to execute you sacrificially to appease the heavens. To quell public anger, the supre ruler issued an order."
"Was the supre ruler the Pharaoh at the ti?"
Elliot Gill looked at her, "Who do you think it was?"
"If I knew, would I ask you?"
"Yes."
"Who is he?"
"If you can rember it yourself, you’ll know who. If not, when five years pass, I will tell you. I hope you discover it yourself rather than hearing it from . Do you know why?" His tone was bitter, "Only when you rember yourself can you truly empathize."
"I heard soone call out the na Tia Bailey; it’s not a na you randomly gave , right?"
"Of course, it’s always been your na."
"Country A’s Thirteen Dynasty should have records of , right?"
He shook his head, "I checked online; there’s no historical record of your na, but a few lines pertinent to your story, with other nas recorded due to your forbidden identity."
Lucy Eaton heard the sound of boiling water, got up, and poured a cup of tea, "Where is Lewis, the bodyguard you arranged next to Flora Palr, now?"
"I dispatched him to Nation R; why are you asking about him?"
"Just curious. I need to rest quietly for a while, besides the ophthalmology research center, nowhere else I’ll go."
"That’s good."
She carried the teacup back to her room, "I’m tired, going to sleep. You should get so rest early too."
Lucy Eaton leaned against the bedhead, driven by curiosity, searched online for all the Pharaoh nas of Country A’s Thirteen Dynasty.
There were seven Pharaohs during the Thirteen Dynasty.
Naly: Kenneth Saml, Tobias Sinclair, Marcus Hayes I, Marcus Hayes II, Marcus Hayes III, Jane Hayes, and Henry Hortel.
Not too many, Lucy Eaton beca interested and started reading from Kenneth Saml’s historical records.
Based on encyclopedia data, she gained a general understanding of the seven Pharaohs.
The first two Pharaohs served short terms, Kenneth Saml for four years before Tobias Sinclair seized power, ruling for seven years afterward.
The Marcus Hayes family held power for a longer duration.
Marcus Hayes I was Marcus Hayes II’s father, Marcus Hayes II was Marcus Hayes III’s father, and Marcus Hayes III was Jane Hayes’ father.
Notably, Jane Hayes was Country A’s first female Pharaoh.
Henry Hortel was her son.
The hereditary throne of the entire Thirteen Dynasty ended with Henry Hortel’s reign.
Lucy Eaton took out a pen and notebook, firstly eliminating Jane Hayes’ era.
She concisely recorded the characteristics of the remaining six Pharaohs, planning to visit the library for historical materials tomorrow afternoon.
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Lucy Eaton knew Charles Sharp asking Sophie Bennett’s location ant he would go over.
He indeed went.
He opened the cave chamber’s door as Lucy Eaton advised.
Sophie Bennett heard the noise, wrapped in a blanket, ran over barefoot.
"Who?!"
"It’s ." Charles Sharp’s flashlight illuminated her, "Co back with ."
"Charles Sharp!" Sophie Bennett said through gritted teeth, "I knew it was you!"
He frowned, "If it was , I wouldn’t have co."
"Don’t deny it!" Sophie Bennett followed him, speaking as she walked, "I’ll tell my father you dared to throw in this cave."
Charles Sharp was too lazy to explain further, "Fine, I will also chat with your dad about how his lovely daughter cheats with other n outside."
"You dare say? If you treated well enough, would I seek other n?"
"Since you think that way, your parents ought to know who you are." Charles Sharp pondered, "Since I’m in Northriver, then I’ll et your parents."
"Am I afraid you’ll speak? Whatever."
She felt her parents’ family would sympathize and side with her since they understood her relationship with Charles Sharp.
But she was mistaken.
In the dead of night, after Charles Sharp took her back to the Presidential Mansion, Sophie Bennett clothed herself with the servant-delivered clothing to et her parents, only to be slapped unceremoniously by the First Lady.
"Mom..." She covered her face, looking incredulously at her mother, "You hit ?"
"Hit exactly you!" The First Lady shouted angrily, "You’ve disgraced the Bennett Clan! How dare you commit such a shaless act; how often have I told you?!"
"Why only bla ! Charles Sharp dared to throw into a cave, took my clothes, leaving only blankets and so barely edible items! Why did I find a man? Because he doesn’t see as his wife?! He’s the cause, yet you don’t hold him accountable and even hit !"
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