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Chapter 206: Mistaken Identity

Chapter 206: Mistaken Identity

(Elena Blackwood’s POV)

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Fred Xavier… The name echoed in my mind like a distant bell. I was certain I had heard it before, but the harder I tried to grasp the memory, the more it slipped away like water through my fingers.

It was frustrating. The name felt significant, connected to something important, yet it remained just beyond my reach. I could sense there was a story there, a piece of the puzzle I was missing.

I decided not to force myself to remember. Sometimes memories surfaced when you least expected them, when your mind was relaxed and open. Perhaps it would come to me later, when I wasn’t actively searching for it.

Turning my attention back to the conversation, I asked Mrs. Lopez directly, “Are you very familiar with my aunt?”

Mrs. Lopez was visibly taken aback by my question. Her eyes widened slightly, and I could see the moment she realized what she had been doing – gossiping about someone’s family member right in front of them.

A flush crept up her neck as embarrassment colored her features. She forced an awkward smile, clearly uncomfortable with the situation she had created.

“Actually, I’ve only met her a few times,” she said quickly, her voice higher than before. “Not really familiar at all.”

The admission hung in the air between us. I could tell she was backtracking, trying to minimize her earlier comments about Hazel Green.

Before I could probe further or ask any follow–up questions, Mrs. Fisher smoothly intervened. She glanced at her expensive watch and made a show of checking the time.

“Oh my, I completely lost track of time,” she announced, rising from her seat with practiced grace. “I have a nail appointment in thirty minutes, and you know how impossible it is to reschedule with the good salons.”

She gathered her designer handbag and gave us all a polite smile. “Thank you for the lovely tea, Joyce. It was wonderful meeting you, Elena.”

Mrs. Lopez, seizing the opportunity to escape the awkward situation, immediately stood as well. “You know what, I should be going too. My husband will be expecting me for lunch.”

She turned to Joyce and me with a relieved expression. “Thank you for having us, Joyce. Elena, it was such a pleasure to meet Dorothea’s daughter.”

Within minutes, both women had made their excuses and departed, leaving Joyce and me alone in the glass house. The sudden quiet felt almost overwhelming after their chatter.

Joyce and I walked out of the glass house together, stepping into the fragrant air of the tea garden. The afternoon sun filtered through the leaves above us, creating dancing patterns of light and shadow on the stone path.

I must have looked preoccupied because Joyce noticed my expression immediately. Her brow furrowed with

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she studied my

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them to arrive early for tea.

for any sign of displeasure. “You

and smiled, shaking my head. Her concern was touching, and I appreciated

it as getting acquainted with

response. She nodded, seeming relieved that I wasn’t offended by

unexpected company.

a knowing look. “Nothing in this circle, no matter how

anything they said to heart. Sometimes their curiosity gets the better

Joyce was particularly concerned that I might be bothered by their discussion of Hazel Green, considering she was supposedly my aunt. Her

how much to reveal. “Actually, I’m quite curious about my aunt’s affairs. I was.

by my admission. Her eyebrows rose as

her?” she asked, clearly expecting that Samuel would have shared family history with

that I had grown up knowing Samuel as my

to understand something in that moment. She sighed deeply,

sympathetic.

complicated topic,” she

“I know quite a bit about Hazel Green, especially given my past relationship

who might give me honest answers about my supposed

connection to my family.

she was supposed to be mated to

and dramatic. Her eyes widened in

told you that?” Joyce asked, her voice

nodded, watching her expression carefully. There was something in her face that suggested a twist

I had

misunderstanding,” I continued, voicing my own doubts. “If my father were truly ungrateful or

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earnest, and she nodded

version of events.”

“Half of what she told you is

Whitmore family, but that was before

“However, at the time, your father didn’t even know there were two daughters in