Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 228:

“I’ve brought the two children here, Dr. Riss. You can meet them now,” Elvis said. As he finished speaking, a man dressed in black guided the two young children into the hall

Marissa and Connor turned their attention toward them. The two four-year-olds appeared terrified, their expressions pitiful

Moved by their distress, Marissa approached and crouched down to their level, examining them more closely. The boy and the girl, likely twins given their resemblance and age, were strikingly similar to her. Could they really be Tiffany’s children?

Striving to maintain a soothing voice, Marissa asked, “Sweethearts, may I see the photo you have?”

The little girl hesitated slightly before handing over the photograph she was holding. Marissa’s heart raced as she looked at the image. It was a picture of her, so similar to Tiffany that others might be fooled, but Marissa knew her own face all too well. Why did these children have her photo?

She scrutinized the photo intently, certain that she hadn’t allowed anyone to take such a picture of her. When and where had this photo been taken? Who could have snapped it? The questions bombarded her, intensifying her headache. The photo was straightforward: a headshot with her features clearly visible

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a thorough review, she concluded that the photo must have been taken four years prior, when she was only eighteen. At that time, she was always on assignments in perilous locations and had never been romantically involved with anyone. The idea of her having birthed two children was ludicrous! So where did these children come from? Why did they possess her photo? Why did they believe she was their

immediately darkened. He could tell Marissa apart from Tiffany and

of the words she had uttered during their divorce mediation—had she truly had two

of the change in Connor’s expression, Marissa looked up, still bewildered, and asked, “Sweethearts,

came from Auntie,” the little

Auntie?” Marissa

Auntie,” the little girl replied,

us she couldn’t look after us anymore. She gave us this photo and told us to find

only four years old, the children spoke with remarkable clarity, and their eyes sparkled with

a helpless smile. The identity of “Auntie” remained a mystery, and without that information, Marissa couldn’t delve into