Amelia couldn't stay in the same room as Cyrus after he dropped the bomb on her like that.
She needed space, time to process the information.
She wanted to believe that everything he said was a lie. That he was making up things to get back to her for worrying him about this kidnapping, but she couldn't say a word.
Why?
Because even if she was in disbelief, she could see some reality to it.
Cyrus's words echoed in her head like a cursed chant.
Hannah wasn't her sister.
Her father betrayed her mother long ago.
Jessica wasn't just a Nanny.
And nobody knew the entire truth but her father and Jessica.
She was so young at that time, how would she have known the truth that she had been betrayed from the very beginning.
And her mother's death, was it natural or a conspiracy too?
In both of her lives, Amelia had been raking her mind, every memory deeply to find out the reason behind Hannah's hatred towards her, but she couldn't find the strong reason.
However, this…
