Grace Yowell's body stiffened, a deep-seated fear emanating from the depths of her heart. Her intuition faintly told her that perhaps the thing she least wanted to happen would occur.
But, no, it won't. She had so much "evidence" in her hands, enough to prove that she was "Grace". How could Mabel Quinn overturn her evidence with just a bracelet?!
"Daniel, what's wrong? I... I am Grace." Grace Yowell softened her voice, making her expression even more pitiful.
Daniel Harris said coldly, "Yes, you are Grace, but you are not Grace Yowell."
Grace Yowell's expression stiffened, then she forced a smile and said, "How am I not Grace? When we were in Drumbeat Village, didn't you always call me Grace?"
Daniel Harris's expression became even colder, and those usually indifferent eyes were now filled with an endless hate.
