"Sister-in-law, that family elder has been dodging me with Tai Chi moves—it's obvious he's hiding something. Jared must have picked up on it too."
"I noticed that too. What I'm asking about is something else," Melody Thorne fixed her gaze on him. "I remember that hypnotists usually require a specific setting, right? But that day, he only lit an incense stick and started the hypnosis."
Leon Rivers twitched at the corner of his eye. "Then he was likely a fake hypnotist. He didn't actually hypnotize Jared; it seemed more like he used hallucinogenic incense, just like dreaming without any awareness."
"Are you saying we were deceived?" Melody Thorne's face turned grim.
She knew the Seymours wouldn't be so straightforward.
"Don't be upset," Jared Quinn poured her a glass of water, reminding her, "Be careful for the child."
Melody Thorne calmed the anger in her chest. It seemed like they needed to start with this family elder.
