Selina drawled, her tone light but sharp, "I remember Mrs. Reid isn’t someone unreasonable... right, Mr. Reid?"
The imposter broke into a cold sweat, her body instinctively trembling as tears welled up.
"But yesterday—you and my husband—there was something unclear between you two. And besides, you can’t prove the blue diamond earring in that room isn’t yours. What if you have two pairs of blue diamonds?"
Selina arched a brow.
Still not giving up?
She was determined to nail the "mistress" charge on her, wasn’t she?
Selina gave a soft laugh, feigning puzzlement.
"That’s strange... Why would Mrs. Reid assume this blue diamond earring is mine?"
"As far as I know, that pair of diamonds was crafted by Mr. Riel of Country F. Every single piece he sells has the buyer’s name engraved on it."
Selina stepped forward, brushed her fingers against the blue diamond in the imposter’s hand, and spoke lazily.
"This one says ’Selina.’ Surely Mrs. Reid can’t still insist this is my earring?"
The blue diamond had a name engraved on it?!
The onlookers instinctively leaned closer—and sure enough, there it was, tiny but undeniable, etched into the platinum backing.
The owner of this earring was Selina.
Selina tossed the earring lightly in her palm, her voice calm but every word cutting like glass.
"Mrs. Reid, the earring says your name, yet you insist it’s mine. Does that mean..."
Her voice dropped like a blade.
"...does that mean you’re not Selina—I am?"
The imposter’s entire body shook like a leaf in a storm.
No one else might understand, but she did.
She wasn’t Selina.
And she knew this "Sophia" standing before her was.
Her throat closed around a scream; she nearly shrieked out a denial—
Only to hear Logan’s voice, low and faintly amused, curl around the air like smoke.
"Since it’s all cleared up, better apologize to Miss Carter."
Apologize?
She had to apologize?
She was Mrs. Reid now—why the hell should she apologize to Selina?!
But with so many eyes watching, and Logan’s mocking gaze fixed on her, she swallowed her rage, ground her teeth, and forced out the words, each one tasting like blood.
"I... I must have been mistaken... Miss Carter, I’m sorry. It was my fault—I misunderstood you..."
Selina’s lips curved in satisfaction.
"Good. Then I can leave now?"
"Of course..."
Selina glanced back at the imposter, admiring the way her face twisted in silent fury, and offered her a smile only the two of them understood.
"Impersonation isn’t just about the face. More important than the face is the personality—the way someone lives and breathes. Wouldn’t you agree, Mrs. Reid?"
The imposter bit down so hard she could taste blood, glaring at Selina’s departing figure, seething.
Damn it! That bitch!
Selina couldn’t let go of the fact she had stolen her identity.
She and Victoria deserved to have their identities stolen.
They deserved it!
Once Selina left, the other ladies dispersed too.
The imposter’s mind raced—she thought of last night, of Logan tossing her out of the room, and she knew.
Logan must have figured out something.
What if he exposed her?
What then?
But Logan didn’t bother to say a single word to her.
He simply turned and went back to his room.
The imposter let out a shaky breath of relief.
It didn’t matter if Logan hated her now.
Once the Hill Family perfected that drug, Logan would forget Selina—he would love her.
The imposter never doubted the drug’s effect.
Even the closest of kin, the deepest of loves—after taking that drug, they would discard them like trash.
Just like Old Mr. Hill.
Charles was his son, but he despised and tormented him all the same, all because...
"Mrs. Reid, there you are. Mr. Carter is looking for you—he’d like to see you right away."
The imposter’s thoughts shattered at the voice of an assistant.
The imposter didn’t think twice as she went to the lounge to meet Jacob—but before she could even open her mouth, a sharp slap landed square across her face.
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