Chapter 1091

Even though Parisa had lost all of her memories, she distinctly remembered having only one daughter.

The moment she reunited with her daughter, Florence immediately told her, "My name is Florence."

After arriving in Harmonia Country, Florence showed her the new ID card, which clearly stated her name as Florence Tennyson.

But now, the woman standing before her was insisting her daughter's name was... Whitney?

Parisa's dark eyes were a storm of confusion, her heart pounding like a drum. "Say that again. What did you say my daughter's name was?"

Yvonne, faced with Parisa's bewildered expression, was a bit taken aback.

She feared this woman had come back for revenge.

But something seemed off about Parisa.

"Are you... are you really Parisa? You've forgotten your daughter's name, or... have you lost your memory?" Yvonne pointed at her, eyeing Parisa's pale face with a mix of dread and suspicion.

Parisa admitted it straight away, grabbing Yvonne by the collar, "I have lost my memory!

But I remember living here, and being back makes me uncomfortable, which means something bad happened here.

You're terrified of me, which means you're hiding something.

Now tell me, what's my daughter's name, and how old is she?!"

Yvonne stared wide-eyed at this specter from her past. Parisa had amnesia?

Then she wouldn't remember that Yvonne had poisoned her, right?

But those sharp eyes seemed to cut right through her, as if Parisa could see everything.

Regardless of the situation, seeing Parisa's current attire and demeanor-she must be doing incredibly well, exuding a calm and commanding presence.

Yvonne feared what this woman might do to her.

she didn't make a run for it now, when

"I told you, her name is Whitney.

insignificant now. This rundown old villa surely isn't to your taste anymore, and there's nothing of

slammed the door shut

time Parisa managed to burst through the heavy oak door,

door was open. Heading outside, she found a

woman must have

she so

enough that woman had done something terrible to

and that

consumed by a revelation that chilled her to the

getting back into her car, clutching the steering wheel tightly. Her thoughts raced, tearing apart the façade of memories Florence had constructed

the point. "Bring the security detail down the mountain and come

are you? What's

explain when we

her eyes, trying to

mask of icy determination, her heart feeling like

tingled with cold

daughter wasn't Florence, but Whitney, then who

stared hard at the road

complaining countless times about the

was up to

Whitney... Whitney...

pedal, the car screeching to a halt several yards down the

composed demeanor shattered, her

thought was

life through a

girl had been adamant about finding

had secretly taken a hair

accepted it as truth, reuniting

all a trap

claiming to

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