Chapter 689

Richard reached for Tiffany's hand, but Garry interrupted him. "Richard, something requires your immediate attention."

Richard's attempt to take Tiffany's hand was thwarted. He furrowed his brows, impatience evident on his face. A cold aura and imposing pressure emanated from him. Garry, drenched in sweat, looked genuinely anxious. "It's urgent! Extremely urgent!"

Richard, understanding the urgency, gently rubbed Tiffany's head. "You're tired. Go shower and rest."

"I know," she replied.

Normally, Tiffany would have accompanied him, but she was preoccupied. She nodded. "Go. I'll be fine. Just be safe."

Tiffany, usually prone to tantrums, was unusually obedient. Richard frowned slightly but said nothing. He leaned down and kissed her forehead softly.

"We'll talk when I get back," he said.

"Yeah," she replied.

"Also," he added, looking at her intently, his eyes unreadable, "if there's anything you can't figure out, I'll explain later. Alright?"

"Alright," she nodded, smiling despite her reddening ears. She turned away. "Go. They're all waiting." The intimacy felt awkward with others present.

Richard chuckled softly and instructed the nearby servants, "Take good care of her."

"Yes," the servants replied.

Richard then left with Garry and the others. Tiffany, trusting Richard, returned to the villa and went upstairs to her bedroom. She wasn't hungry, having eaten on the plane, but she was tired. Yawning, she showered.

An hour later, she emerged with dry hair. Lying on her comfortable bed, sleepiness overcame her.

In a half-awake state, Tiffany dreamt of darkness and pairs of blood-red eyes. Monsters and blurry figures surrounded her, shouting, "Damn it! This witch must die!"

Chapter 689 (Continued)

She didn't know who started the fire, but the burning heat caused her to awaken. It was just a dream… or was it? Morwen's face and Cecilia's (the crazy woman she'd met earlier) were clear in her memory, their faces twisted with hatred.

Tiffany sat up. The clock showed she'd slept only fifteen minutes. It was dark outside, and Richard hadn't returned. The spacious bedroom was dimly lit with yellow lights.

After two minutes of silence, Tiffany retrieved the Treasure Box from the cabinet. A faint blue light emanated. "Master, is there something you need?" The voice echoed in her mind.

Tiffany took a deep breath. "Do you know Cecilia Watson?"

The blue light flickered. After a pause, the Treasure Box responded, "Here is all the information on Cecilia Watson."

The Treasure Box, sensing everything, instantly retrieved the information. Otherwise, finding one Cecilia Watson amongst millions would be impossible.

Information, including several photos, appeared before Tiffany. However, it was disappointingly sparse: her name, age, her encounter with Kajus, a typical background, a mutual love story with Kajus, followed by an accident leaving her in a vegetative state for several years. Tiffany already knew this. It revealed nothing useful.

"Is that all?" she asked.

"Master…" The Treasure Box's voice was pitiful. "That's all…"

Tiffany was speechless. Her hopes were dashed. She sighed.

Noticing her disappointment, the Treasure Box hesitantly offered, "Master, perhaps you could ask something else? I will tell you everything I know!"

Tiffany glanced at it coldly. "Didn't you fail to answer my question the other day?"

The Treasure Box fell silent.

Tiffany turned over, closed her eyes, and reflected on the day's events. "I don't know her, but she wants to kill me. Why?"

The Treasure Box's voice startled her. "This is simple. She mistook you for someone else."

Chapter 689 (Continued)

"Mistook me?" Tiffany seized on this. "What do you know? Explain clearly."

Despite her insistence, the Treasure Box hesitated.

Tiffany's expression darkened. "If you don't want me as your master, let's sever our connection." She raised her hand, ready to destroy it.

"Wait, wait!" The Treasure Box panicked. "I'll tell you! After you were killed by Sandra, in that world, there was someone who looked exactly like you…"

"And then?" Tiffany urged.

"That person, who looked exactly like you, was the one who truly had a grudge against Cecilia."

"Be more specific."

"Cecilia mistook her for you."

A chill ran through Tiffany. Her voice trembled. "What was the name of the person who looked like me?"

"Jennie Vallgren," the Treasure Box replied.

Tiffany guessed correctly. She felt a deep chill, like falling into an ice cavern. Her heart sank, feeling pierced by arrows.

Cecilia had blurted out, "You ruined me! You're acting arrogant and smug because you have Mr. Hampton backing you!"

Cecilia, also possessing memories of another timeline, had mistaken Tiffany for Jennie. This implied a deep connection between Jennie and Richard after Tiffany's death.

Tiffany suspected Richard's love and protection stemmed from this confusion—mistaking her for Jennie. She felt like nothing more than Jennie's replacement.