When The Family Reads The Fake Heiress Mind novel Chapter 215

Queenie’s whole body trembled violently.

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She looked like she’d been startled, pupils contracting sharply as she turned to the doorway. The fierce aura around her evaporated in an instant. She stammered awkwardly, “I… I didn’t…”

“Queenie, you’ve violated protocol.”

Carl stood at the door, cutting her off coldly without any interest in hearing excuses.

He strode over quickly. When he saw Jean collapsed on the ground in such a terrible state, his always calm and indifferent expression–like frost cloaking his face–finally cracked just a little.

The darkness in his eyes surged. A cold, hostile aura slowly rose behind them. Carl pressed his lips tightly together.

“No… I just…” Queenie shook her head. She wanted to explain herself, but she was so rattled, she couldn’t string together a complete sentence.

She had, without a doubt, broken the rules.

This kind of “advanced” interrogation method was strictly reserved for adults.

Children like Jean were explicitly not allowed to be brought here.

Because this kind of interrogation could backfire.

The effects varied depending on the person, but for those with weaker constitutions, especially children, the consequences could be severe.

And Jean’s state–bleeding from all seven orifices–was something Queenie had never seen before.

She was starting to panic.

It was her own recklessness. She had pushed too hard, too fast, wanting too badly to regain control and prove herself right-

She thought she had kept everything hidden well. That no one would discover what she was doing at this hour. But instead-

Not only had she failed to get the truth, she’d also been caught red–handed by Carl, her direct superior.

“I’m sorry. I just…” Queenie bit her lip, trying to steady herself. “I just wanted to uncover the truth sooner…”

Carl didn’t answer her.

His eyes stayed lowered, silently focused on Jean.

look at her. “I’ve never seen such an intense reaction before… Is it because kids can’t handle it physically?”

The reason she had ended up bleeding like this–was because her rejection of the interrogation was that strong. The more forceful the resistance, the stronger the backlash.

It was probably instinct.

Though–there was another possibility.

That she had used sheer willpower and mental strength to fight back against the effects of the interrogation.

If successful, that would allow her to stay conscious, and avoid being manipulated into revealing the truth. But the cost would be much more severe.

Carl, in his mind, dismissed the second option.

Jean might’ve seemed more composed than other children her age, and more capable too, but she couldn’t possibly have that kind of mental strength.

That level of resistance required immense willpower.

Since Carl had joined the Secret Service, he had never seen anyone succeed in resisting this interrogation

room.