Nina Jacobs discovered that Holly Morgan possessed a certain degree of expressiveness.
Just like Harlan had described Evander Langdon—expressive and seemingly no different from an ordinary person.
That was why no one at the base had ever suspected something was wrong with him.
"Holly, it’s me, Irwing. Do you still recognize me?
This is Han Lewis. We were all brought to Whittaker Town together,"
Irwing said.
Han Lewis also moved closer to Holly, as if wanting to confirm something.
But he was suddenly struck by Holly’s fist, and his already frail body slammed into the wooden bed beside them.
"Waaah..."
Han Lewis clutched his cheek, unable to stop himself from crying out in pain.
But Holly didn’t seem inclined to let him off. From behind her, several Wood Thorn Vines shot toward Han Lewis on the floor!
"Holly, don’t hit him! He’s recovered!"
The moment the words left her mouth, Irwing regretted it. Holly only listened to Flynn White’s commands; there was no way she would listen to her.
Yet, in the next second, the wood thorns froze in mid-air.
’A Wood Element Superpower?’
Nina Jacobs had been watching Holly the whole time. She had indeed stopped only after hearing Irwing’s words.
However, perhaps because her Superpower was already depleted, she quickly fainted again after using it.
"Could it be that Holly’s excessive blood loss affected the White Family’s Puppetry Technique?"
Irwing analyzed.
But Han Lewis hadn’t been injured or lost any blood recently...
"Let her sleep,"
Nina Jacobs said.
She could now be certain that the "Healing Potion" truly had the effect of breaking the Puppetry Technique.
’Then the next thing I need to do is throw Whittaker Town into chaos.’
"By the way, what do you know about Lincoln White?"
Nina Jacobs asked before leaving.
"Lincoln White?
I only know that he frequently needs people to draw blood for him. As for where the drawn blood goes, I have no idea."
At the mention of Lincoln White, Irwing’s expression instantly soured, but she still told Nina everything she knew.
"There’s one more thing."
After learning that the person before her was indeed named Nina Jacobs, she also recalled something she had heard earlier.
"What is it?" Nina asked.
"That Flynn White... he very likely wants to make you his next Protective Puppet.
If you become a puppet, you’ll end up just like Holly...
That’s all I can warn you about."
Irwing shrank back, having only learned this after overhearing Thane Trevor and the others.
However, Nina Jacobs’s reaction wasn’t what she had expected.
"Oh? Is that so?"
Nina Jacobs genuinely found it a bit amusing.
’I have to say, these people with the surname White really are all cut from the same cloth.’
"Anyway, you should prepare yourself. Once they’ve targeted you, there’s nothing you can do.
And Han Lewis, don’t let them find out you’re like this.
Just try to live one day at a time."
Irwing cast another worried glance at Holly Morgan.
She held no hope for the future that awaited outsiders like them...
As Nina Jacobs led Han Lewis back, she noticed a crowd had gathered again by the distant sand pile.
It seemed Julia Hughes and Brock White were fighting again.
Only this time, Julia was clearly on the losing end.
For some unknown reason, she was being pinned to the ground and beaten by Brock White, who was much larger than her.
Her cries echoed throughout Whittaker Town.
Standing in the distance, Nina Jacobs left the scene before the puppets blocked the road.
Han Lewis no longer ran around randomly, but Nina Jacobs deliberately tied a rope around him.
This was to prevent others from noticing that something was different about him.
"I don’t know how much you’ve recovered, but for now, you must continue to feign madness,"



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