Chapter 170: You'll Find Your Miss Eight

Irene enjoyed spending time with Stefan. Stefan seemed to have a certain charm that always made her feel comfortable. Barton, the assistant, wanted to say something but couldn't get a word in. Based on what he knew, that couple should be Miss Irene’s biological parents. Various signs led Barton to suspect that Miss Irene might have indeed been switched at birth. Barton still remembered the first time he met Miss Irene—he had thought he had finally found the Norman family's long-lost eldest daughter. Barton even felt a bit embarrassed, wanting to take Miss Irene for a DNA test. The couple had said that their daughter was small and frail when she was young, though very beautiful, and had left at the age of fourteen or fifteen. But this didn’t match Barton’s impression of Miss Irene at all. Miss Irene was not someone who would easily submit to others. She hated it when someone tried to control her, and most of the time, she was the one showing strength and taking control. Moreover, Miss Irene had mentioned that she had always lived in A City and had never left. Someone was definitely lying here. Barton felt that the couple must be the ones lying. He decided that it would be best to find that couple first to get a better understanding of the situation. That way, the truth would come to light. After quietly sharing his suspicions with Itha, Itha insisted on joining the investigation. Itha’s face was flushed, there was blood on him, and his arm was still sore from being dislocated earlier. Barton, looking at Itha in this state, couldn’t help but worry about him coming along. "Young Master, you should head back with the troops and get your wounds treated first. Otherwise..." Barton advised. But Itha clearly wasn’t in the mood to listen. And Barton couldn’t stop him. Irene glanced at the determined Itha, feeling a sense of admiration. Most people, even those well-trained, would have reached their limit by now, but Itha was still clear-headed and determined to continue. That was no ordinary willpower. Itha spoke, his voice tinged with sadness: "When my sister went missing, my brother and I were responsible." "Back then, our younger brothers were just kids, two or three years old, always causing trouble, chasing cats and dogs, driving everyone crazy. Only our sister was quiet, so cute." "So, my brother and I decided to take her out to show her to our friends." "But those people were truly shameless. When they saw us holding our sister, they rushed at us and snatched her away. We called the police and notified our family, but those people vanished without a trace, like they had never existed." Itha frowned, tears welling up in his eyes. "Miss Irene, you saved me from that cellar. Every minute I spent there, I couldn't stop thinking—was my sister ever locked up in a place like that?" "In that damp, dark, rat- and insect-infested hellhole, how did she endure it?" "Is she married now? Could she be one of those young women outside this house, holding a child and watching the commotion?" Itha's eyes reddened, his fists clenched, the veins on his forehead bulging. Irene watched Itha, then reached into her backpack and took out a small tin box. Inside were two silver-white pills. "The effects of these pills will last you about two hours. After that, the pain in your body will double, and you’ll be unable to walk for at least a week. Are you sure you want to take one?" Irene asked, looking at Itha. What she cared about most was whether this person trusted her. To her surprise, Itha took the pill and swallowed it without hesitation. Before, Itha had been somewhat wary of Irene. But after hearing her conversation with Stefan and speaking with Barton, he learned about Irene’s background, how she had saved the Seventh Young Master, and how she had been investigated by Old Master Robertson. After that, his wariness vanished. On the other side, Barton also anxiously asked, "Are there any other side effects?" Irene shook her head. "None." Barton let out a sigh of relief. Miss Irene was a detective, doing the kind of undercover work investigative journalists did, so she likely had some life-saving tricks up her sleeve. Hearing her say there were no side effects, Barton felt reassured. Even though Irene didn’t know the full truth of what had happened back then, nor whether Itha was there to find his sister or complete a mission, she couldn’t help but admire his courage and determination to do whatever it took for his family. Such people earned Irene’s respect and admiration. Moreover, just moments ago, Itha had been thinking about the girls in the cellar. Irene handed Itha a water bottle from her backpack, saying, "Drink plenty of water when you’re in the car. It will help with the effects of the medicine and detoxification." Stefan glanced at Harper. Harper immediately handed over his one-liter water bottle, saying straightforwardly, "You can use mine, Third Young Master. My water bottle holds more." Itha looked at Stefan, then at Irene, and smiled playfully. Irene smiled as she put away her own water bottle and said, "You will definitely find your sister." There was a new light in Itha's eyes. It was as if he could already see the reunion of his family with his sister, and he smiled, saying, "Thank you." As Irene watched Itha walk away, she couldn’t help but think about her own origins. She had genuinely believed that Mag was her biological mother. But now, it seemed highly likely that things weren’t as she had imagined. She couldn’t remember anything. Here she was, unable to find her biological parents. Over at the Norman family, they couldn’t find their missing sister. Could it really be that clichéd? Could she be the long-lost Miss Eight of the Norman family? Irene chuckled to herself. That’s impossible. Meanwhile, Stefan stood beside Irene, his gaze lowered as he looked at her. His eyes were dark, seeming almost navy blue in the night. Stefan kept thinking that he wished it had been him that Irene rescued from that cellar. Although Irene hadn’t mentioned it, Stefan had a keen sense that she felt some inexplicable closeness to the Norman family's Third Young Master. Maybe escaping from that village together had created a special bond. Stefan stood silently beside Irene for a while, the chill around him growing deeper. Harper, watching from a distance, hesitated for a long time before finally stepping forward to report, "Young Master, we've captured everyone we needed to. Here are the things you wanted." Margot stood beside Irene, nervously clutching Irene’s sleeve. She knew her family hadn’t given up on her—they had even called in military connections to help. But now, she had a child.