Once this gets out, I'm afraid even the Director-General won't be able to protect you.
Besides, in the hacker world, there are far too many people itching to take on "Cipher."
"I'll handle it right away." Felipa slid into her chair, fingers flying across the keyboard as she dove into the digital underworld, tracing every scrap of information about Fernando she could find.
Finally, she unearthed a photo—Fernando and Blanche, together.
"Professor, this is the only picture with any link to Blanche." Felipa pulled it up on the screen. "Here it is…"
Judging by the timestamp, this was before Felipa had been recruited.
"It was six years ago," Fernando explained. "A mission. She saved my life, but she wasn't able to save my assistant. She was devastated. I asked her to come out of hiding to comfort her, and someone snapped this photo."
"Delete it," Fernando said quietly, his hand hovering over Blanche's sorrowful face on the monitor. "That was her first taste of powerlessness—watching my assistant die, helpless to intervene."
"I don't want her seeing it. I don't want her reliving that moment."
"I'll take care of it now." Felipa typed rapidly, and the screen flickered to a 404 error. "You're good to her, Professor. Blanche will feel that, whether she admits it or not."
"She…" Fernando gave a wry smile. "She has no conscience at all. It's like I don't even exist to her."
Meanwhile, Eddy had brought Blanche to the hospital. After a checkup, the doctor prescribed some medicine to help heal her bruises.
Watching Blanche fuss over him, Eddy's heart melted completely.
But the thought of her defying him—sneaking off to the Ivycrest Research Institute—still stoked his anger.
"Did you quit your job just to go work at Ivycrest?" he demanded.
Blanche hesitated. So he knew.
"Felipa is an incredible programmer—a genius," she replied softly. "I wanted to learn from her."
"So that's it…" Eddy muttered under his breath.
"I'll ask Felipa to come to our place and teach you. There's no need for you to leave the apartment." He pulled her into his arms, voice firm. "I'm only thinking of your health."
"A miscarriage takes a terrible toll. You need to recover properly, like a new mother resting after childbirth."
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