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    Carole’s anger reached a boiling point, herplexion osciting between intense rage and pallor, her gaze sharp enough to spear through Ellie if looks could indeed kill.


    Baylee instinctively moved to shield Ellie from Carole’s malevolent stare.


    Breaking the tension, Baylee posed a pointed question to Carole.


    “You’ve figured out Ellie is actually Elsie, right?”


    Carole, caught off guard, chose not to deny the usation.


    Baylee continued, unraveling the truth, “You knew the moment we were on the ind. Your attack on me wasn’t about teaching me a lesson for the sake of Aphrodite. That day, when Katharine sent me to collect a DNA sample from Ellie, I heard something behind the trees. I initially thought it was an animal, but it was you, wasn’t it?”


    Baylee had connected the dots over time, dismissing the idea that someone as self-serving as Carole would take such risks to attack her for Aphrodite’s sake.


    “So what?” Carole retorted, finally owning up to her actions without a shred of fear. “Ellie, you’ve already be part of the Gordon family. You’re no longer a daughter of the Lamberts. Why bothering back?”


    “Have you lost your mind?” Baylee muttered under her breath, incredulous at the absurdity of Carole’s words.


    It was evident that Ellie, indeed Elsie, had every right to reconnect with her own family.


    Facing someone beyond reason, Ellie retorted with a provocative edge, “Perhaps my goal was simply to infuriate you.”


    Carole was left nearly speechless by rage.


    Meanwhile, Ellie, after exchanging just a few words, felt another wave of nausea wash over her—not from sickness, but from the sheer aversion to Carole’s presence.


    Deciding not to waste another moment, Ellie and Baylee made their exit.


    Carole, catching the stern nces of the bodyguards, dared not follow.


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    As she turned to leave, a sudden realization struck Carole. She recalled Ellie’s hand briefly touching her belly.


    Was it a sign of menstrual difort, or… something else?


    The mere thought of another possibility sent Carole’s mind racing, a spection she was hesitant to even consider.


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