Chapter 1726

"What's wrong?" Andrew sensed her gaze.

Debra snapped out of it and looked away. "You know the Illuminati inside out, huh? You've been setting this up for a while, haven't you?"

"Yeah," Andrew replied. "You did a great job." The source of thɪs content is FіndNovel.net

"I've got a question," she said. "Mind clearing something up?"

Erica noticed Marion's gaze at them and said, "Help me with Randy's bandage."

She'd known this day would come since learning the truth. She was aware of Marion's fear of losing Debra, but some things needed to be cleared up.

"Go ahead," Andrew said, polite but distant.

That attitude had always made Debra hesitate in the past. If she asked, she'd look desperate. If she didn't, she'd feel stuck knowing she was right.

"When I was little before the kidnapping..." she started.

Andrew's eyelashes fluttered at that.

She continued, "I had a high fever and fried my brain. I don't recall much from before, but I remember that swing at the Potter Mansion."

"You're wondering if you have ties to my family?"

"Yeah. Can you give me a straight answer?"

"Swing sets look the same everywhere. Maybe you visited our place as a kid, and I just don't remember." "You don't remember, or you won't tell me?"

Barton frowned. "Sorry to interrupt, Mrs. Houston, but Mr. Andrew Potter has nothing to hide from you."

Andrew raised a hand and smiled, "Over a decade ago, you and Jordan both got kidnapped. Yvette witnessed the whole thing. You can ask her."

Yvette opened her mouth but faltered when Andrew glanced her way.

"You're an elder," he said. "She'll believe you."

"Mrs. Osborne, could you tell me what happened back then?" Debra asked eagerly.

Yvette straightened up. "Back then, you were visiting the Potter family. Jordan and you got snatched."

Her voice choked. "I'm so sorry. By the time I realized, it was too late."

"Mom, it's not your fault," Randy chimed in.

"Yeah, no one blames you," Jordan said, supporting her.

Yvette calmed down and continued, "Andrew wasn't lying. No one had expected that to happen."

"But I..." Debra still had doubts.

Marion came up. "It's been a long day. You must be tired. Why don't you take a rest?"

Debra glanced at Andrew's poker face. Gentle whispers of that dream boy echoed in her mind.

She knew pressing further wouldn't get her the answers she wanted.

"Maybe I'm just overthinking," she said flatly.