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    “Grandma, I—”


    “Shut your mouth!” Arabe wasn’t about to give Connor another chance to exin. “Get out of my sight. I don’t want to hear another word from you if you’re just going to keep making excuses and spout more lies.”


    Connor promptly pressed his lips into a thin line.


    Marissa had been standing by his side throughout his exchange with Arabe. She didn’t dare to utter a word, either. She was always firm and decisive when faced with tricky situations, but that all went out the window when she was in front of the olddy.


    Arabe’s favor toward her might be due to a mistaken identity, but the love that Marissa received was genuine. She was very grateful to the olddy for the warmth and support she had been given during her time there. No matter how things unfolded from then on, Marissa didn’t want to hurt Arabe.


    Arabe looked back and forth between Connor and Marissa, her expression turning anxious when her eyes fell on thetter.


    Marissa couldn’t help but fidget under the weight of her stare. She mustered a smile and called out softly, “Grandma.”


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    “So, your name is Marissa?” Arabe suddenly asked. Everyone immediately tensed up. Sure enough, the olddy had overheard everything.


    Marissa didn’t answer right away. Instead, she peered at Arabe, carefully observing the little details on her face.


    After making sure that Arabe was in no danger of breaking down, Marissa finally nodded. “That’s right, Grandma. My name is Marissa. I am Tiffany’s twin sister.”


    “Oh,” Arabe nodded as well, her eyes narrowing as she scrutinized Marissa’s appearance. “It’s no wonder you look so much like her. I didn’t even realize you were a different person. Twins, huh?”


    “Grandma, I’m so sorry for lying to you all this time,” Marissa said in a low voice.


    “It’s okay,” Arabe sighed. “I am not angry with you. I’m pretty sure it’s all Connor’s fault. You couldn’t have done anything wrong.”


    Connor raised his eyebrows at that. To say he was surprised by his grandmother’s reaction would be an understatement. Tiffany was supposed to be her favorite girl, yet Arabe didn’t seem to mind Marissa posing as her at all.


    Was it because she was Tiffany’s sister? Marissa was also surprised. She wasn’t expecting Arabe to still be kind to her after learning she was not Tiffany.


    “Grandma, I…” she started to say, but the olddy suddenly turned to Connor. “Bring me your marriage certificate.”


    Connor blinked at her. “What for, Grandma?”


    Arabe inhaled slowly. “Don’t ask questions and just do as I say. What? Don’t I even have the right to see your marriage certificate? Do you no longer consider me your grandmother?”


    “It’s not that, of course,” Connor quickly said. “Head over to the living room and sit down. You must be tired. I’ll bring the marriage certificate over right away.”


    No sooner had he finished speaking than he turned on his heel to go look for the certificate in question


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