CHAPTER SEVENTY SEVEN

—HADES.

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I’m about to blow myself up.

Denzel grew up in Maple Orphanage, a place that was still unknown by that name at the time.

He was a part of it before it gained its reputation before it became the institution it is today.

But despite his history there, no one recognizes him.

No one remembers him, except for one person - Cedrick.

And even Cedrick doesn't recognize him as the person he is today, but rather as someone from his past who he thinks is dead. This is beyond interesting, and disturbing at the same time.

The fact that Denzel's existence was seemingly erased from the memories of those who knew him, except for one person who believes him to be deceased, raises more questions than answers.

Just as I am about to speak, a maid bursts out of the door of the Terrace and announces the doctor's arrival. I sigh and turn to Ezra, who gives me an encouraging nod. "It's okay," he urges me. "I'll be here. You can go and confirm if that child is yours." He offers me an assuring