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Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities

Chapter 1735
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Chapter 1735: The Truth Comes Out

"It's not impossible, but | can't say for sure," Ivan analyzed. "After all, her personality is completely opposite of Catherine's."

"Look into whether Catherine did her any favors," Jennifer asked him. "Can you find out the specifics of their relationship? Will it be

too difficult?"

Ivan's lips curled into a faint smile. "I've already sent people to investigate. We'll have results soon." He thought to himself, as

expected of my wife, so smart.

Jennifer was relieved to hear that. Once they found out the truth, things would be clearer.

Helping someone means seeing it through. Now that Rowan was back with the royal family, any obstacles had to be removed and

all the poison weeded out of the palace. It would benefit all of Lu Layeka.

Anyone who dared poison the king was nothing short of deranged! If someone like that took over the country, it would be a

misfortune for the common people.

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In less than a minute, Ilvan's phone rang. He took it out, glanced at the caller ID, and answered. The person on the other end

reported:

"Mr. Marsh, Jolie was brought into the royal family by Catherine's maternal side. When Jolie's mother was critically ill, Catherine

paid for her treatment. Although she didn't make it in the end, Catherine still handled the funeral arrangements. Jolie's birth family

situation was dire-she had no father and her mother was just a sanitation worker."

After hearing this, lvan basically understood the relationship between the two women.

The person continued, "Mr. Marsh, Jolie has always been extremely loyal to Catherine, viewing her as family. In the palace, she has

always protected her. Plus, with the king's favoritism towards Catherine, Jolie rose with the tide, eventually becoming the head of

the royal guards. Catherine is also genuinely fond of her."

"I see." lvan's expression was calm.

"Also, Mr. Marsh, Jolie is devoted to the king like she is to Catherine. She has no ulterior motives," the person added.

If that was the case, things would be much easier.

"Good work," Ivan said as he ended the call. He then relayed the conversation to Jennifer.

After listening, Jennifer breathed a sigh of relief. "That's good then. Now there's only one enemy-Eden, and whoever is behind him."

"After dealing with Eden, it will at least serve as a warning to others," Ivan assessed. "Even if someone else has ideas, they'll know

to back off."

So tonight's operation had to succeed. Failure was not an option.

The rain continued to drizzle down.

In the Queen's Palace:

"Jolie, shouldn't you see a doctor?" Catherine asked first thing in the morning, worried. "You look awful."

"I didn't sleep well last night, nothing else wrong with me," Jolie said, looking at her. "I just can't shake this feeling that something

big is about to happen. With the king gone and Louis inheriting the throne, how could Eden not make a move?"

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"That's why we need to take care of Eden before the king leaves," Catherine said. "Do you have any good ideas?"

"The best timing would be when the king departs and the country is in mourning. Even if Eden died then, no one would have the

energy to investigate too deeply." Jolie had already considered this.

Catherine also felt it made sense.

"I just got word that the king coughed up blood again this morning," Catherine said, distressed. A sense of powerlessness

enveloped her. "He probably won't last a week."

"My Queen, you must stay strong. You still have Prince Taylor."

"If it wasn't for Taylor, | fear | would follow after him. But now with Louis’ return, | can't even see him."

So Catherine had no appetite for breakfast.

Meanwhile, Eden had been acting strange all day. The relentless rain put him further on edge.

In the blink of an eye, it was evening.