<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Chapter 1167 Have We Met Before</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">As Cecilia brought fruits to the two children, she overheard Dn speaking. There was something oddly familiar about Cassina and Dn that she couldn’t quite ce, but now, hearing his words, a memory sparked.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Suddenly, it all clicked. Cecilia remembered saving Bailey and her family.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Could it be that Dn and Cassina are rted to Mdm. Bailey!</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">She stepped closer. “Dn, is your granny’sst name Moore?” Cecilia asked.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Dn nodded. “Yes, everyone calls her Bailey Moore.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">That confirmed it for Cecilia. She quickly recalled the details about Bailey, who had initially taken care of Pa, a ne name was unmistakable.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cecilia smacked her forehead in disbelief. How could my memory be this bad? It’s like I’ve got face blindness</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">She couldn’t believe she hadn’t recognized Cassina all this time. Maybe it had been too dark the night she rescued them, and she hadn’t focused on their faces</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">But still, Cassina should’ve recognized me, right? I saved her after all, and surely Mdm. Bailey would’ve mentioned my name to her daughter</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cecilia’s mind swirled in confusion. Why hadn’t Cassina acknowledged her? It didn’t make sense. To make things worse, after helping Cassina and her family, Cecilia had lost contact with Bailey altogether. Thatst phone call from Bailey suddenly came rushing back to her memory.</font></font>N?vel(D)rama.Org''s content.
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Could something have happened?</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">She quickly dialed Sven. “Sven, can you look into Mdm. Bailey, the woman who used to take care of Pa? Start from the beginning of this month. Something feels off”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">At that time, she didn’t quite catch what Bailey had said over the phone. When she went to the older woman’s residence, Cecilia found out that she had moved out and didn’t delve much further into the matter.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Understood” Sven didn’t ask questions.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">With the investigation set in motion, Cecilia decided she needed to probe Cassina subtly when she came to pick up Dn.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">That evening, Cassina arrived for dinner. Cecilia invited her to sit down and rest for a bit, offering her a cup of coffee.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Ms. Cassina, I can’t shake the feeling that we’ve met before. Are you sure our first meeting was at thepany? You seem really familiar to me. Maybe we’ve crossed paths somewhere else?” Cecilia asked, watching Cassina’s reaction closely.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cassina’s hands trembled slightly as she held her cup. She wasn’t used to lying, and Cecilia’s questions were hitting too close to home.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“I–I don’t think so.” Cassina stammered. “People say I have amon face. Maybe I just remind you of someone.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cecilia didn’t believe her for a second. She knew Cassina was hiding something. To avoid any mistakes, Cecilia had already asked Sven to dig into Bailey’s background. The investigation had confirmed everything, including Cassina’s identity. There was no way this was just a case of mistaken identity.</font></font>
“All right, I thought you might be rted to a caretaker I used to know,” Cecilia said casually.
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The cup in Cassina’s hand slipped and crashed to the floor, water spilling everywhere.
“I’m so sorry!” Cassina eximed, quickly getting up to clean the mess.
Before she could move, the housekeepers rushed over. “Ms. Cassina, please take a seat, we’ll handle it.”
Cassina seemed panicked, avoiding sitting down again. She clearly didn’t want to engage in more conversation with Cecilia,
“Ms. Smith, I really can’t stay any longer. My mom is waiting for me and Dn,” she said, trying to make a hasty exit.
Cecilia knew better than to push further. “All right, I’ll walk you out,” she offered politely.
“Thank you,” Cassina muttered, clearly eager to leave.
As soon as Cassina called for Dn, the boy, who was ying happily, protested. “I don’t want to go! I want to have dinner with Elliot!”