“I’ll take you home.”


    Hearing those words made my eyes unexpectedly well up with tears. After all these years, it felt like no one had ever said that to me. Gregory was the first.


    I tried my best to keep my eyes wide open, holding back the tears, and looked at him, “Gregory, if I’m not Lily, can we still be friends<b>?</b>”


    I couldn’t believe I was entertaining such a ridiculous thought, clinging to the bit of warmth, even if it was just being friends, only friends.


    After hearing my words, Gregory raised an eyebrow, smiled at me, and casually uttered two words, “No way.” I somehow made my way back to my room, lost in thought. It wasn’t until I sat on the couch for a while that I realized I hadn’t even figured out whether his response was to the first or the second part of my question. Was it impossible for me not to be Lilliana? Or was it impossible for us to remain friends?


    “Hey, just got back?” Christine had just finished showering and asked while drying her hair.


    Snapping back to reality, I nodded, “Yeah.”


    She applied a face mask and plopped beside me, smoothing it out with her fingers, curiously asking, “What was the rush with Gregory looking for you? What happened?”


    “He thinks I’m Lilliana.” I unscrewed a bottle of water, ready to take an allergy pill.


    Christine grabbed my arm. “Have you eaten anything? You’re just going to take medicine?”


    “I did.” I smiled.


    I was still allergic, so Gregory didn’t let me have sandwiches. But before he took <b>me </b>upstairs, we had dinner in the restaurant nearby. I picked up the tab. Yes, I did.


    “Then go ahead. Take it. Christine finally let go, handing me a pill, her words muffled, “But why on earth would he think you’re Lilliana? The Myers family already has a Lilliana, and you’ve asked Mark to check your background, right?”


    “Because at the Myers family’s banquet the other day, I had an allergic reaction to peanuts, but the Myers family’s Lilliana didn’t.”


    As I exined the situation to Christine, she ripped off her face mask in shock. “So, you’re the real heiress of the Myers family? A real blue–bloodeddy?”


    I said, “I doubt it’s very likely.”


    <b>So</b>, I <b>asked </b>Gregory that question before entering because it seemed so imusible. I might dare to specte if I were someone with unknown parents. But it seemed impossible.All content is ? N0velDrama.Org.


    “No way.” Christine raised her index finger thoughtfully, “Let’s specte wildly for a moment! Have you ever considered that the information Mark got for you might belong to someone else?”


    I asked, puzzled, “Who?”


    “Jane.”


    “The real Jane.” Christine paused, bing more convinced as she thought about it. “That may be the


    case.


    “You mean…” My heartbeat quickened, and my head buzzed. “I’m not the real Jane. And the biological


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    daughter of my parents might have been gone a long time ago, right? Did they adopt meter?”


    “We’ll have to see the results of the DNA test.” Christine seemed hesitant to continue specting, saying, “If the DNA test shows you are Lilliana, it’s very likely, as I’ve said.<b>”</b>


    my whole life has been a lie? I’m not really Jane?


    So, my


    Seeing my distress, Christine patted my head. “Maybe you should ask your aunt?”


    “My aunt…” I shook my head, “Let’s wait for the DNA test results and decide.”