"Stop looking."
A cold voice came from behind, three clear words, spoken softly, unhurriedly, yet incredibly familiar.
The first to freeze on the spot was Oliver Timmerman.
From the start, he had felt a vague suspicion deep in his heart.
A suspicion so dreadful that he hesitated to confront, accept, or believe it.
Now, those mere three words struck him like a bolt of lightning, leaving him rooted to the spot.
Every word Arabella Vanderbilt had said before surged back into his mind, giving him no space to adjust or comprehend.
Rosy Roberts' mind felt like it was exploding, a loud "boom."
No wonder she had thought that woman's figure seemed somewhat familiar—turns out...
Her knees buckled, collapsing beside Oliver in an instant.
Juliana Vanderbilt furrowed her brows, turning her head to look at the woman she had always deemed insignificant.
Yet she saw her stepping forward by two steps!
