True Love Deserves a Second Chance

When Sebastian heard the news, his brow furrowed right away.

He'd been planning to dig up his grandparents' stuff and use DNA tests to figure out who the real Cordelia was. But this new info just threw a wrench in his plans.

Rubbing his temples, he asked in a low voice, "Are you sure about this?"

"Yeah, it's confirmed. Your grandma had a stillborn. She was scared your grandpa would kick her out if he found out, so the neighbor brought Cordelia from the orphanage. Your grandpa never knew." Sebastian replied coolly, "I'll find another way to investigate."

Derek sighed, "If there are really two Cordelias, how could I not tell them apart?"

"This has to be a long-planned scheme. If they dared to send someone to you, they must've been ready. From looks to voice, even down to every move and handwriting, they must've copied it all. So, figuring out which one dated you back then is gonna be tough."

Even though he was almost sure Elise was the one who dated Derek, they needed proof. Only solid evidence could nail Cordelia.

After hanging up, Sebastian called Leonard and filled him in.

Leonard was quiet for a while before he said, "Maybe there's one more person who knows the truth."

"Who?" Sebastian asked, eager.

"Connie."

Hearing the name, Sebastian narrowed his eyes. "You think Connie's death was because she knew the current Cordelia is a fake?"

"Could be. But about the fire at the Winters Family warehouse, the cops couldn't link it to Cordelia. How did Connie know? So I think she had some secret with the real Cordelia that the fake one didn't know, and that's why she died. She was clutching that necklace before she died, maybe trying to tell us something."

Sebastian felt a pang in his heart. He'd never figured that out either.

Connie had a car accident, losing not just her life but her child's too. Why was she holding onto that necklace so tightly? He'd already had someone check it out and found nothing unusual.

After hanging up with Leonard, Sebastian walked over to Joyce. He gently took the necklace off her neck and said casually, "You're about to have a baby. You can wear these after you give birth." Joyce didn't think much of it and nodded. "Okay, I'm just worried I'll be too fat to wear them after the baby."

"Then I'll buy new ones. These can be for our daughter."

"Our son isn't even born yet, and you're already thinking about our daughter. How greedy are you, Sebastian?" She buried her face in his chest, soaking in his warmth and the moment of happiness. Sebastian gently rubbed her head, looking down at her. "I just want a little girl as sweet and cute as you. She'll be as beautiful as you, I'm sure."

Joyce looked up and smiled at him. "Alright, then we'll have a daughter after our son turns three."

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As they were chatting, Sophia's voice suddenly cut in. "Alright, you two, stop being so lovey-dovey in front of me. Are you trying to make me jealous?"

Sebastian looked up at her. "What's going on with you and Alexander?"

Sophia laughed awkwardly. "Nothing. Anyway, I'll never be with him in this lifetime."

"If he's serious, won't you consider it?"

"When is he serious? He's always so carefree. Whoever ends up with him is unlucky." Sophia placed the dishes on the table and clapped her hands. "Alright, let's not talk about that jerk. Mentioning him ruins my appetite." Benjamin came out of the kitchen with a bowl of soup, smiling. "Let nature take its course with matters of the heart. Don't force it. Let's eat first."

After eating, Sebastian took Joyce upstairs for a nap. Once she was asleep, he grabbed the necklace and headed straight to the prison to see Cordelia.

Cordelia didn't seem surprised to see Sebastian. She even smiled mockingly. "You can't figure out Elise's identity, so you came to me? Sebastian, I'm telling you, you'll never know the truth in this lifetime." Sebastian looked at her, his voice calm and steady. "The one who dated my dad back then was Elise, which means she is the real Cordelia, and you were swapped into the Winters Family later. Am I right?" Cordelia sneered, "What evidence do you have to prove I'm a fake? If you had any, you wouldn't be sitting here talking to me."

As you reach the final pages, remember that 000005s.com is your destination for the complete story. Share the joy of reading with others and spread the word. The next chapter is just a visit away! Sebastian took the necklace out of his pocket and waved it in front of Cordelia. Then he asked, "Do you remember this necklace?"

"Of course, I remember. I designed it for Connie's baby, as a token of love for you. I didn't expect that Joyce to harm Isabella like this." Cordelia gritted her teeth.

Sebastian handed her a piece of paper and a pen, saying calmly, "Since you designed it, you should be able to draw the design. If you can, I'll believe you're real. If you can't, then you're fake."

Cordelia sneered, "You want me to draw a piece I designed over twenty years ago? Do you think that's possible? Even if I designed it, I should have forgotten most of it by now."

Sebastian smiled faintly. "But Elise drew it, and it was exactly the same as the original design I saw. How do you explain that?"

Hearing this, Cordelia showed a hint of panic in her eyes. "Elise was well-prepared, learning from me every day. Not only did she learn to talk like me, but she also learned to write and design like me. What's so strange about her being able to draw it?"

Sebastian said, "But she has amnesia. For someone with amnesia to draw a piece from over twenty years ago, it only shows how important that piece is to her. So this proves that Elise is the real Cordelia."

He spoke with certainty, his tone leaving no room for doubt. This made Cordelia feel an unprecedented panic.

She picked up the paper and pen, glanced at Sebastian, and sneered, "How can you be so sure I can't draw it?"

With that, she began sketching on the paper. With every line she drew, Sebastian's heart tightened.

When the complete design appeared before him, he was stunned and thought, 'How could Cordelia draw this design? If handwriting and voice can be mimicked, design is something innate. If it wasn't her own work, how could she draw it? Unless she had seen the design before.'