Burn the Marriage, Keep the Crown

Chapter 282

The footage was high-definition, every corner of the photo sharp and clear.

Aaron spotted Cynthia Lynwood in the picture immediately. She was hailing a cab outside the hotel.

“Look here!” Frederick pointed to the direction of the taxi in the image.

Only then did Aaron notice the woman standing behind the cab. She was tall, her face obscured by oversized sunglasses. Her features were hidden, but as she raised her hand, a pale wrist emerged, marred by a large, unmistakable scar.

Aaron's fingers trembled. "Is that really Evelyn?!"

A fierce light flashed in Frederick's eyes as a smile tugged at his lips. "Yes. It has to be her!"

Maybe there are people in this world who look alike. But a scar in the exact same place? That's more than a coincidence.

Aaron, though excited, quickly regained his composure. "If that really is Evelyn, why hasn't she come home?"

"I've wondered about that too," Frederick replied, his tone serious. "She might have lost her memory, Aaron. Maybe she doesn't remember us at all. Think about it-she only ever shows up around Cynthia Lynwood. Maybe the only thing she remembers is that Cynthia once donated her a kidney."

silent for a long moment before finally speaking. "It still

mean?" Frederick pressed,

hands again and again before finally looking up. "This photo-it was taken

Frederick nodded.

it the day after you pulled your guys off Cynthia

hint of suspicion flickering across

Aaron's expression darkened. "As long asz had someone tailing Cynthia,

move. This whole thing feels more like

paled.

said,

in.

trap, I'll

chance to

fire for

Aaron was taken aback.

gaze, hiding the pain in his eyes. "I've