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Vichy couldn’t believe her mother’s real identity. No wonder she didn't want her to go to the foreign department. She looked almost the same as her mother, and if she appeared in the public view, she would arouse a big storm. She clenched her fists, but she couldn't help to tremble "What if she's espionage, then what am I?" She covered her face. Now she finally understood why her mother was hunted down, She also realized why the people who hunt her mother were not from the same group. One group were people from her mother's hometown. They wanted to kill her because of her mother's betrayal. Because she had betrayed her hometown and Albert Sullivan, she suffered from depression and died finally. Vichy bit her lips until they bled. She smiled lightly. "I always thought my father