Chapter 201: Blood and Betrayal

Chapter 201: Blood and Betrayal

(Elena Blackwood’s POV)

Looking at the face in front of me, I thought it was perfect, but there was a strange feeling about it. Despite suspecting cosmetic surgery, I could still see a resemblance to my mother in Hazel Green’s features.

This explained the initial sense of familiarity I had felt when we first met. The bone structure was identical,

even if the surface had been altered.

I snapped back to reality and questioned her about her motives. “Since you and my mother are twins, why are you targeting me?”

Hazel’s face turned cold. Her elegant mask slipped away completely.

I pressed on, accusing her directly. “The Sandy Parker’s appraisal was switched by you. Do you not want the

Whitmore family to recognize me?”

My voice grew stronger with each word. The pieces were finally falling into place.

Hazel admitted with a bitter laugh, “I didn’t expect the Whitmore family to find you after so many years.”

She marveled at the situation with cruel amusement. “How your ‘insane‘ mother Dorothea Whitmore

recognized you is truly remarkable.”

your sister,” I retorted

flashed with resentment. “Sister? You’re so naive,

forward, her voice dripping with decades of suppressed anger. “Despite our

a few seconds earlier, was the eldest daughter,” she continued bitterly.

and resources from

the table. “Because Dorothea was more charming, she was more

I, who wanted to prove myself, always fell short,” Hazel’s voice cracked with old

revelation. “The person who was originally going to be mated to your

was me!”

was stunned by this revelation. My mind

was the first to know

do I always wear

deliberate, almost theatrical in their

sight of Hazel’s scarred and disfigured hand.

flesh was twisted and burned, clearly from severe

can’t sculpt the

resignation,

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my career as a sculptor

the Whitmore family,” she continued

in her voice was palpable, decades of resentment pouring

decision

magnitude of her actions hit me like a

for over twenty years,” I whispered. “Raised by the Blackthorne family instead of my real family,” I added, my voice trembling with emotion. Despite the revelation, I felt surprisingly calm. The truth, however painful, was finally emerging. Hazel nonchalantly put her

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