My Made‑Up Werewolf Mate Sent Me Gifts Chapter 04

My Made‑Up Werewolf Mate Sent Me Gifts Chapter 04: The Reveal
After those words, the office was silent for several seconds.

“What is she talking about? She’s getting more mysterious.”

“I think something’s wrong with her mentally…”

Mara paused.

“Vee, what exactly are you saying?”

I calmed down slightly and continued.

“Officer Mara, none of you can trace anything, right? Since you can’t trace it, that means the money has no problem.”

“Exactly the opposite. The fact that we cannot trace it makes it the most suspicious.” Mara stared into my eyes. “Vee, are you being controlled? Are you being threatened?”

I shook my head.

“No.”

“Then what are you afraid of?”

“I’m not afraid.”

“Then why won’t you tell the truth?”

Mara kept pressing me, and the emotions I had barely forced down rose again.

My voice climbed.

“Because even if I say it, you won’t believe me.”

After all, this was something no one could accept.

It was enough for me alone to accept it.

But Mara refused to let it go.

“How do you know we won’t believe you if you don’t say it?”

I took another deep breath.

Looks like I had no choice.

I looked around and found everyone staring at me.

I turned to Mara first and asked, “Let me ask you something. Do you have parents?”

She froze.

“What?”

“Do you have parents?” I asked slowly and clearly.

She frowned and answered, “No.”

Something inside me was touched.

Then I turned to the other officer.

“What about you? Do you have parents?”

He froze too.

“I only have my father.”

“Do you have friends? The kind who grew up with you and are very close to you?”

The two of them thought for a long time, then both said no.

Next, I asked Jenna, “Do you have parents? Close friends?”

She blinked.

“No.”

After that, I asked every single coworker in the office.

I even asked the boss.

Mara looked like she could not take it anymore.

“Vee, what are you doing? Please stop changing the subject and cooperate with the investigation.”

“I am not changing the subject,” I said. “Don’t you think it’s strange? Why do so many people not have parents? Why do so many people have no friends? Aren’t you curious?”

After going around the office, only one person had both parents.

I pointed at a coworker who was almost fifty.

“He has no parents, no wife, no children, only a nearly hundred-year-old grandmother. Isn’t that strange?”

I was the same.

No parents.

No friends.

Only one grandfather.

“And our boss. He’s such a successful man, but he has no children either.”

Mara thought for a moment.

“But none of this has anything to do with your case.”

“It does.” I sounded certain.

After I asked everyone, they all began to feel that something was odd.

“Vee is right. Why do so many of us not have parents?”

“Yeah. And I don’t think I’ve ever questioned it before. It was like everything was just supposed to be this way.”

“No. No, something’s wrong. Why does my head hurt when I think about this?”

Hearing that, I smiled.

“Your head hurts. That means I’m right.”

I looked at Eli, the coworker who had spoken.

He had joined even later than I had, only one month after me.

“Because your memory hasn’t fully disappeared yet. Everyone, what I am about to say may turn everything you know upside down.”

A coworker grew impatient.

“Vee, stop dragging it out. Just spit it out.”

I exhaled slowly.

Then I said, “Many of you don’t have parents or friends because they are still alive.

“And we are already dead.”