Veronica's POV
Upstairs, I led Aila into the room, sensing her nervousness radiating through the space. "What do you want to ask?" she whispered.
"Aila, come sit down. I have a few questions for you," I said, guiding her toward the sofa. I pulled out my phone, revealing a photo of Aila from her younger days. "Look, I discovered this picture recently at Newton Bluewater Residences. The moment I saw it, I thought to myself—this woman is absolutely stunning, and she has this distinctive beauty mark on her forehead. Doesn't she remind you of someone? You have a beauty mark in the exact same place!"
"It's just a beauty mark, nothing more," Aila instinctively traced the scar marring her face, pain flickering in her eyes.
"If we could erase that scar from your face, you'd be identical, wouldn't you, Aila?" I locked eyes with her.
The name hit her like lightning. Her eyes went wide with shock, and she sat frozen, speechless.
