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“My brother's name is Kerwin, and he lives in Province S.” I said to Alfred, one word at a time. Alfred froze, then looked at me in disbelief. “Dolores Anderson, you've become quite the character, haven't you?” “Where did you get a brother named Kerwin?!” The policewoman immediately pulled me behind her protectively and turned to ask me, "Little girl, do you know him? ” I shook my head, my voice soft, “I don’t know him. And… my surname is Brown.” Alfred’s expression froze in disbelief as he stared at me. He suddenly seemed to understand something. “You’re back too, aren’t you?” I lowered my head, clutching the hem of my shirt. “I don’t understand what you’re talking about.” “Dolores!” Alfred’s eyes blazed with hatred, “Do you think pretending to be stupid and amnesiac can erase the fact that you’re a murderer?” “And you deliberately made up a fake name to deceive me,” he sneered, “What, do you think I’ll panic?” “I’ll tell you, you’re dreaming.” He stepped closer, his eyes mocking, “Fine, your brother’s name is Kerwin, right? Then go find him.” He stared at me smugly, as if certain I would panic. “You’re crazy!” The policewoman cursed, grabbed my hand, and pulled me into the police car. “Let’s go, don’t pay attention to him.” Alfred finally panicked, chasing after us and pounding on the car window, “Where are you going?” But he only got a mouthful of exhaust fumes. The car drove for a long time before finally stopping in front of a garden villa. I was surprised. I didn't expect Kerwin's family to be so wealthy. Suddenly, I felt more confident about seeking refuge with him. We knocked on the door and waited for a long time before someone opened it. The man standing behind the door was tall and slender, with handsome features, but his complexion was pale and sickly. His messy hair slightly covered his eyes, and his shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing his slender wrists. When he saw us, he paused, “Who are you?” “Brother, I’m your sister!” I threw myself into his arms. He stiffened but didn’t push me away immediately. “Dolores, have you lost your mind?” Alfred suddenly rushed up the hallway, yanked me away, and pointed angrily at Kerwin, “What are you doing! Do you know who he is? Just throwing yourself into his arms? What if he’s a bad person?” Looking at Alfred’s weary appearance, he must have followed us all the way here. Just like in a past life when he secretly followed me and risked his life to save me. I looked at him with an unclear expression. “He’s my brother. What right do you have to scold my brother?” Alfred laughed bitterly in anger, “He’s your brother? Dolores, do you have eyes?” I asked him back, one word at a time, “He’s not my brother. Are you?” I stared at him, and saw Alfred open his mouth, almost about to say “yes.” But he stopped himself. He glared at me, then only gave a cold laugh, “You almost had me fooled. I said I’m not your brother. You don’t deserve to be my sister.” I curled my lips in self-mockery. The policewoman finally couldn’t take it anymore and interrupted sharply, “You two, who is her brother?!”