Vivian Yates saw her guarded expression, a sharp glint flashing in her eyes before quickly vanishing into her weak gaze.
Then, barely conscious, she said, "Cousin… I'm Annabelle Ainsworth… Janie… I'm just glad you're okay."
With that, she fainted.
Even though she had braced herself for it, hearing the confession from the woman's own lips left Annabelle Linton in disbelief. The whole situation was simply too bizarre.
'Annabelle Ainsworth had died in my past life. She was well and truly dead.'
'So, was this a deviation from my past life?'
While that was certainly a possibility, it still didn't feel real to Annabelle Linton, because she had run tests.
'Compared to my previous life, minor details in this one might be different. But the major, life-altering events—things like bankruptcy, recovering from a serious illness, or a major accident—those were set in stone. Those shouldn't change. So, if Annabelle Ainsworth had died in my past life, was she really alive now?'
