The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 1459

Listening to Santos' words, Paul didn't immediately catch on. It took him a moment before he tilted his head, following Santos' gaze.

What he saw was a young woman with her eyes closed, her head covered by a hat, a few strands of hair framing her forehead, yet her features were still discernible.

Beautiful.

As Paul's eyes rested on Mirabella, pondering over Santos' words, the expression in his eyes suddenly shifted. He averted his gaze back to Santos.

The person they had fought so hard to save, could it really be Rea, that child?

Paul's hand by his side clenched as he whispered in disbelief, "She, she is..."

Santos crossed his legs, leaning back in his chair with a slight push, and took it upon himself to clear Paul's confusion, "Cian."

"No, that's impossible," Paul's lips, pale and trembling, barely moved, "I've said it before, Rea is dead. She's not Rea, she isn't!"

Santos merely glanced at Paul with a light scoff, "Stop the act, she admitted it herself."

Did he really think denying it would protect Cian?

Naive.

Santos shook his head, then added casually, "You should thank me, for this reunion."

Paul's fingers tightened even more. He didn't want to believe what Santos was saying at this moment, but from the look in the latter's eyes, he could tell he wasn't joking.

So, the girl was indeed Rea.

Paul felt a mix of joy and overwhelming concern.

These words, dropping like a bomb, struck directly at Paul's heart, making his blood freeze; coldness was his only sensation now.

Paul's face turned pale, his hand hanging limply by his side, lacking the strength even to lift.

Some things don't need to be spelled out to be understood, so... was it he who had harmed the child?

Seeing Paul engulfed in self-blame, Santos' lips twitched slightly.

Being isolated from the world isn't necessarily good, but it might not be bad either. Look, just a few words and he's already drowning in guilt.

Tsk.

At this moment, Santos was merely an onlooker enjoying the drama, his gaze fixed on Paul, not noticing that in the corner, the person who was supposed to be in a deep coma had already opened her eyes.