Impulsive Vow to an Enigmatic Husband

Chapter 871
“What on earth are you guys talking about? I can’t make heads or tails of it!”
Cornelia stared at the two people in front of her, her best friends, the companions she had grown up with since childhood.
However, at this moment, their faces seemed alien to her, she felt like she didn’t even recognize them anymore.
Abigail stepped forward, trying to hug her, but Cornelia quickly backed away, avoiding them as if they were poisonous snakes or wild beasts. “You’re not Abigail and Zack. The real Abigail and Zack would never say such things.”
Cornelia kept her distance from them, looking at thern as if they were strangers. Her eyes were full of alienation and caution. “Tell me, who are you really? Why are you pretending to be my best friends?”

“Cornelia, we are Abigail and Zack… Abigail and Zack were very worried seeing Cornelia like this.
Afraid that Cornelia’s emotional outburst might lead to something rash, Abigail quickly tried to soothe her, “Alright, we’ll stop talking. If you don’t want to hear it, we won’t say it.”
Right now, stabilizing her emotions was the most important task.
“No, you’re not Abigail and Zack… Tell me the truth, who are you?” As she questioned them, Cornelia noticed Marcus arriving.
She immediately ran towards Marcus, “Marcus, these two are impersonating my friends, tell them to leave and bring back the real Abigail and Zack.”
Marcus picked Cornelia up and made her sit on the nearby couch. He knelt in front of her, helping her put on her shoes. “Cornelia, we’ve prepared everything for Granny Rebecca’s funeral. Before she’s taken to the funeral home, go say your last goodbyes to her.”
Cornelia’s gaze changed from dependent to detached as she looked at him. “You’re also impersonating Marcus. You must be a fake Marcus…”
She jumped off the couch, trying to run away, but Marcus didn’t give her a chance to escape. He knew it was better to face what had to be faced sooner rather than later. “Cornelia, you know this isn’t a dream. Avoiding reality is not a brave act. Your grandma wouldn’t want to see you like this. She’d want you to face reality and be a brave, positive, and optimistic girl.”
Cornelia covered her head and started screaming, “Stop talking, I beg you, stop talking. She’s fine, why are you saying such weird things? What did I do wrong?”
Marcus, “Cornelia!”
As though she suddenly realized something. Cornelia started laughing. “I know, I’m still dreaming. You’re all part of my dream… Leave, I don’t want to dream about you anymore.”